More Than A Tutor

chapter 23

POSSIBLE TW FOR SA AND BLOOD

Emmas POV

"Oh Emma" she says shooting up too her feet, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"What are you doing here mom?" I ask her trying to keep distance between us.

"Well I kinda need some money, I own someone just a little and I was hoping you or your brother could help me out this once" she said shoving the loose change into her bag. 

"We don't have anything mom you have too leave please" I say trying to stay strong.

"Please Emma I just need a little bit ok" she begs again and every word she speaks sends pain into my chest. 

"You know I can't" I say with a shaky voice as my chest begins to tighten. I'm too focused on my mom that I don't register the clicking of the door and the man that walks through the door. When I turn around I notice his beer belly, gray scruffy beard, and his rotten crooked teeth. 

"Babe what the fuck is taking so long" he says not noticing me right outside the hallway. 

"Oh honey I want you  too meet someone" she says inching closer too him, "Emma this is my boyfriend Brad, Brad this is my daughter Emma" she says motioning too each of us.  Brad takes a couple steps near me closing the distance and I can smell the alcohol on him. 

"Your daughter huh" he says through his yellow teeth continuing to come near me and I freeze not knowing where too run too. I go too peak over his shoulder and I see my mother walking into Dylans room leaving me alone with this man who is eyeing me up and down looking at me like a shiny new toy. "She's very pretty" he says reaching for my face grabbing a piece of my hair and twirling it around in his crusty fingers. 

I go to back away but just end up hitting the wall. "Don't fucking run you little bitch" he says tightening his grip on my hair causing a yelp to leave me. 

"Mom!" I try to yell for her but my mouth is covered by Brads hand. 

"Not a fucking sound" he says holding me against the wall, my whole body feels like its crumbling around him and I can't breathe. Without thinking I bite his hand as hard as I can tasting the blood I drew from his skin. He lets out a string of curses as he pulls his hand back too him. 

"Get the fuck off me" I yell trying to get past him and away from this wall cornering me, but before I can I feel the contact of his hand slap me across the face knocking me back into the wall. I prepare myself for another hit cover my face with my arms and turning my face away but instead I hear the sound of a bone crushing punch that for a second I thought was mine but I feel Brads presence distance itself from me. 

When I bring my arms down I see Brad on the ground groaning over the blood covering his face and Tristan hovering over him hitting him again and again. After the fourth or fifth punch Tristan pulls away from him and looks me in the eyes then too my cheek that I now feel the searing pain from the slap. 

My mom walks back into the room and lets out some small screech as she kneels over Brad helping him up. "Get him and get out" I say as she is basically holding a half alive it looks like.

"Who the fuck is that Emma" She says staring at Tristan, her eyes full of hate. 

"No one you need to know now go" I snap back opening the door, "either you leave now or I call Dylan and he'll make you." 

"Didn't realize you were a fucking whore" she sneers through her teeth, "you're father would be so disappointed in you." And with that she walks through the door dragging that pervert behind her. I lock the door and just stare at the wall in front on me unable to turn around and face Tristan. I felt guilty, guilty that he had to protect me, guilty that he had too see this part of me and overall just embarrassed. 

After what feels like forever and several checks on the locks of the doors, even though she obviously has a key but this time I include the latch lock with the chain in my lock check. I finally find the courage to look at Tristan who is looking directly into my eyes. I hold back tears of embarrassment and break eye contact bringing my eyes down too his fiddling hands. They are covered in small little cuts along his knuckles where he had punched Brad. 

"Your hand" I squeak out grabbing them with my shaky hands. 

"It's fine, I've had worse I promise" he says taking his thumb and circling over my hand comforting me. 

"Um I have some bandaids and can clean them for you" I say and head to the bathroom trying and rummage through the drawers trying to find anything, I hear Tristan follow me and he's leaning against the door. I finally find the bandaids and set them on the sink counter. I fumble with the bandages and peeling them apart and Tristan notices and reaches too take them from me and do them himself. "I'm so sorry" I say as he wets a towel handing it too me to wipe his cuts clean. 

"Don't be I'm not sorry at all" he says holding his hands out too me. 

"No you shouldn't have had to do that and now your hurt and you have a game in like 24 hours and now your hands are hurt" I say not realizing the couple of tears that escaped my eyes. 

"I am not hurt at all, I've played with much worse Emma don't worry about me at all ok?" He says opening the bandages and handing them too me. "I'm glad I was here, who knows what that fucker would have done" he says wiping the tears off my cheek with the pad of his thumb. All I can do is nod trying to push all the thoughts and flashbacks of Brad. 

"Thank you" I say trying to hold back a sob.

"Don't thank me Emma," he says taking my hands in his and taking a step forward so he is towering over me. I look up into his eyes and he brushes the hair in my face behind my ear sending shivers down my spine. "Don't thank me" he says with a little more desperation in his voice and he leans down capturing my lips with his.