I don't do mercy (English)

Chapter 6

Emma's perspective:

A week had passed since Louis told me about my family and I have not left the room since.What have I done for a whole week, you may ask.

I've been thinking a lot.I've been thinking about my family, Louis and how I should behave in order not to be broken.It's one thing I've decided for myself, Emma Blane should not be cracked.

I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom.My bruises had almost completely disappeared and my face looked almost normal.

I had not managed to sleep so well in the last week. That's why I had big bags under my eyes.The first few days I was completely devastated and cried all day before I fell asleep but woke up after a few hours cold sweaty, and started crying again.

I stepped into the shower and started showering.Harry had been trying to get a reaction from me in some way and had been playing pranks on me all week.

I was going to take shampoo but smelled the contents and it was soap mixed with water, and caramel color.

What a child.

At first I wanted to scream in frustration but quickly got out of the shower and checked in the bathroom cupboard. What an idiot the shampoo was at the bottom of the cupboard.

I took it and went back to showering. An hour and a half later I was done. Showering was one thing I had done a lot in the last week.

I showered 2-3 times a day and each shower was 1-2 hours.

I let go and think so much as it is as if the water protects one and that all evil only flows from one.

I put on a pair of shorts and a crop top from the suitcase. I had not unpacked it because it would show that I accepted that I was kidnapped.

I sat down on the bed and returned to my thoughts when I got a flashback.

Flashback:

I went up to my room and slammed the door shut as hard as I could. The wall shook and my clock fell from the wall. Why was mom always so unfair.

I sat down on my bed and stared into the wall. At that very moment, I hated her. Mom came in and tried to talk to me but I did not listen to her.In the end, she gave up and went down again.

End of flashback

remember that memory well. But I do not remember what we were arguing about. I was maybe 14 years old then, I was in a defiant age and wanted to do things but my mother did not allow me.

We quarreled very often then but then it calmed down I remember, I wish I would have said more often that I loved them all.

A tear found its way to my seed and I let it flow.

The door unlocked and Harry stood in the doorway with a grin. ________________________________________________________________________________

Part six is ​​complete. This chapter was very boring but I want many chapters so then some chapters will be boring fillers but the next chapter will be exciting.

Take care<3

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