Forced//h.s

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Meeting For The First Time

“Emma, Honey you gotta wake up.” My mom says coming into my room. I groan lifting my head up slowly, then falling back down onto my comfortable pillow. I feel a hand go to my back, rubbing softly.

“Em, Come on. Get up, We have to get to your grandmothers.” My mom says softly.

I open my eye’s slowly very slowly. The sun beaming into my room.

“Ouch, The sun it burns.” I say dramatically. My mom laughs lightly looking down at me. I look over at her.

“You should know i literally hate the morning.” I say to my mom trying my best to put a smile on my face but i couldnt, too early.

“Well get dressed. Leaving in about an hour.” My mom says kissing my temple. She walks over to my door but then stops turning to look over at me.

“Also please dress nice.” She says and walks out of my room. Something was up, I didn't know what, but hopefully i would find out soon.

I slowly get out of my bed the coldness of morning air hitting my body. Why did i only wear pj shorts and a fitness bra to sleep. It was way too cold, even though it was summer. But that could just be me being dramatic.

I walk to my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. I was a normal 19 year old girl. I was about 5’5 and was fine with my height. I didn’t want to be any taller. My dark brown hair went down to under my breasts. I had simple brown eyes. I wasn't special or anything. I was just a normal girl. I wouldn't call myself beautiful, I would say cute. But definitely not beautiful.

I pull off my clothes, turning the water in the shower to a warm temperature. I go into the shower letting the water wake me up more. I couldn't stop wondering why we were going to my grandma’s. Something felt off, Like something was gonna happen.

I finally get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. Going out of the steam room to my closet looking through my clothes. I had a lot of clothes, I mean my family was very wealthy. My Mom had a  decent jobs. She worked a lot but she was there for me at times.

Looking through all my clothes till i finally find something that will work for a nice outfit and for the london weather. I put on a white tanktop, put on a coral maxi skirt that went to my ankles over the tank top. I find a brown belt the goes over the skirt and tank top.  I then grab a jean jacket that i put on. I look through my shoes till i finally find brown sandals my grandmother got me for 19th birthday that was a few weeks ago. I go back to the bathroom looking through my jewelry till i find some gold bracelets, then pink flower earrings.

I look at myself in the mirror decided to put my wavy  hair in a side fish braid. I then straighten some of my bangs and put on my usual makeup. I never went heavy on the makeup. I looked to look not like a total barbie. I put on some foundation, a little blush and  dark eyeshadow, mascara and finally lip gloss.

I look at the mirror liking the way i look. I go back to my room putting my phone in my brown purse that matched my outfit then going downstairs to the kitchen. When i walk into the kitchen i look to see my mom next to my teenage brother Brett, talking. I laugh walking over to the fridge.