Forever Yours

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It started when she turned 16.

It started with the subtle touches, sexual innuendoes. Perverted leer in his eyes. A barely 16 years old Emma had conflicting thoughts when his hand would faintly brush against her skin or when she would be washing dishes in the sink and he would creep on her back. . whispering in her ears.

Making her skin crawl in disgust.

He would visit her at nights knowing well her mother was a heavy sleeper. She took pills before sleeping and that was how he pounced on Emma. Every night brought dread and terror for her. Even if she was sleeping, her heart would be awake.

At guard.

The sound of a door knock triggered the panic living in her. .the uncertainty kept draining her . .the uncertainty of will she make it tonight?

What if he gets her?

What if. .

The questions kept going in round circles until the walls of her room closed in on her. The voice in her head was cruel. .ruthless. .dark. It fed the fear in her.

The only thing keeping her sane was her mother. She was happy with the vile man she knew as her husband . Someday she did get the courage to speak up. Inform her about everything but. . seeing the shine in her eyes always killed the courage in her.

Right on the tip of her tongue.

She had made her mind the moment she turned 19. Emma will find a job and get out of here! She had to leave her mother's world unscathed.

She had to find a job!

It seemed like her only chance at survival. No fairy godmother was suppose to descend from the sky to help her out.

She had to help herself!

To make things worse, she was a high school drop out. She couldn't cope up with the school and then home . The stress upon stress . .who in the world would give a job to her? She had nothing on her. No A grades. No distinctions. No passing with flying colors.

But when there's a will there's a way.

"What are you looking at ,child?"

Emma glanced up from the newspaper spread on the table.

"Trying to find my luck , Mrs Bagshot." Emma grinned at the old lady.

For Emma , she had to be the definition of a badass woman. Even at her 60's, she had an exotic restaurant working under her. The restaurant expertised on different flavors of tea, coffee, juice. .you name it and Bagshot had it.

With a warm smile , she walked towards her .

One fine rainy day, Emma espaced from home because Jack wanted a head massage specifically in his room. That day Emma ran and ran until she got exhausted. .drenched from head to toe. .she stopped in front of the restaurant tucked away at the corner of the street.

Beyond the glass shield, she could see people laughing and sipping tea or coffee.

So safe. .

Everyone seemed so safe. .

Why wasn't Emma safe?

She had breathed out , her breath turning into white puff of smoke as a sob threatened to make itself known.

That's when Mrs Bagshot saw her.

Looking like a drenched cat, she had seen the wistful look in her pretty brown eyes and immediately let her in. Warm her up with a cup of hot chocolate. Giving her a fresh set of clothes.