Broken Cycle

Chapter One

"Emma, can we go back to my house now?" Carrie asked.

"Okay, fine," I laughed and we went back to her house. It was dark now and it was 9PM.

As we walked into her house, her mom hugged her. "Where were y'all?"

"Getting a movie," I held up The Giver and smiled.

"Okay, well, I'm headed to bed. Night, girls," Carrie's mom said.

"Night," we called at the same time.

"You set up the movie, I'll make us ice cream," Carrie said.

"Kay," I said as I operated her TV.

The previews for different movies rolled and I opened my phone. My phone was filled with hate messages. It was even worse on my Facebook and Twitter.

Facebook- She's such a slut.

Facebook- She's dating Liam. Of course she's a slut.

Twitter- I hear Emma lies about everything she does.

Twitter- She needs to just kill herself.

Facebook- I can't believe her and Mason are related. He's so nice and good. She's so rebellious and wild.

"Here ya go," Carrie gave me ice cream. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I exited out of the messages. "Thanks."

I couldn't tell Carrie about what was going on. She had her own stuff to deal with. Her life was seemingly perfect, but her parents were in a rough patch. Divorce had been brought up in their last fight.

We watched The Giver and we were in all of our feelings. The movie soon ended and I laid upside down on the couch. My phone rang and it was Liam.

"Hey, babe," I answered.

"Hey, there's a party Saturday. Wanna come? You can bring Carrie," he said.

"Carrie, wanna go to a party?" I asked.

"Now?"

"No, Saturday," I said.

"I'm busy. You can go though," she said.

"What're you doin?" I asked.

"Mom and daughter stuff," she said.

I nodded. "Carrie can't go, but I'll be there. What should I wear?"

"Something sexy. Wear that blue one I like," he said.

"Will do," I said and we hung up.

"Emma, you know who you remind me of?" Carrie asked.

"Who?" I laughed and sat up.

"Ariel from Footloose. The newer one," she said.

"That a good or bad thing?" I asked, running my fingers through my hair.

"It's a scary thing. I love you, Ems, but you worry me sometimes," she said.

"Why? I'm perfectly fine," I shrugged.

"I know," she nodded.

She went to shower and get in pjs. When she got out, I went in and blasted my music. When I was done showering, I went to the living room where Carrie was already asleep on the couch and I sat in the recliner to sleep.