I'm Here

chapter 4

Emma pov
I woke up.
Did I fall asleep?
I must have but I don't remember it. I sat up and saw that I wasn't in my own bed. Oh yeah, my dad sold me. The boy.
Where's the boy?
Is he going to hurt me?
Läßt night he didn't. I just hope he doesn't know. He walked in and i jumped.
"Easy," he said, "I won't yell. But I will hurt!"
He ran at me and jumped over top of me. I screamed. He pinned my hands to the bed and my ankles. He took off his shirt and all of my clothes. He kissed my body and touched me in places I didn't want to be touched. His jeans came off and so did his boxers. He stuck himself im me. I screamed and arched my back. He was hurting me and he enjoyed it.
"I lied," he laughed, "I mistreat girls all the time."
Tears rushed down my face. He hit me. I cried harder and screamed for help.
"No one can hear you," HD laughed.
I screamed more until he slapped my face. More tears fell. He moved slowly but would speed up. Then he would slow back down and speed back up.
"I'm still hard," he said after taking out, "why are you beautiful?"
"Please not again," I cried.
He laughed and did it again. I screamed and cried. He was an inconsiderate jerk. After another two hours he pulled out again. He was panting. I was crying.
"You get sold tonight," he left the room, "get ready!"
I stood up and nearly fell back down. I tried again. More successful. I put on the black clothing I had on yesterday. They dragged me to their car and threw me in. I cried and arrived at the same place. Again I sat in the chair with a blindfold. My chair was lifted and put back down.
"Emma Sterling!" They shouted, "seller is Jason Banks!"
The highest bid was $1255. I was taken to another house. Again there was a boy there. His dad picked me up. Again I was thrown into his room. He locked his door.
"I don't normally do that," he rubbed his hair.
Cute. He had dirty blond hair and deep blue eyes. He took off his shirt and I backed away.
"Do you want me to put it back on?" He asked, "I can."
He had abs. That means that he is strong and will have no problem hurting me.
"Look my dad is an abuser," he said, "I know what you're thinking. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise you that. My dad wants me to be like him. My mom was killed in an accident a few years back. Someone named Carol hit her. Anyways she had a little girl Named Emma and her dad's name was Ben. I heard he went crazy a-
"I'm her," I said, "I'm Emma. My dad's name is Ben and he did go crazy. He started blaming the crash on me."
"What?" He asked, "are you really her?"
"Yeah," tears gathered in my eyes, "look."
I lifted my shirt just above my belly button. My dad had burned his name and my mother's name into me. The boy looked and his eyes widened.
"I didn't know," he said, "I'm sorry for bringing it up."
I shook my head and tears fell down my cheeks. I buried my face into my hands and I felt arms wrap around me. I tensed up.
"I won't hurt you," he whispered, " I won't. You can cry all you want. I won't hurt you because of it. I understand why you're crying and that's ok."
I didn't trust him. Not even after what he is doing. I can't trust him. I trusted the Jack kid and look what happened. I can't trust anybody. Not anymore anyways. After a little bit I pulled away.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"Yeah," I sniffled, "what's your name?"
"Aaron," he smiled, "Aaron Schultz."
"Well thank you for not hurting me," I said. "Never will," he smiled and stood up, "I'll be right back."
I nodded but once he left I got scared. he will come back and hurt me. I cowarded against the wall and grabbed a pillow.
Aaron pov
She was scared. I know that. My father is an asshole. He wants me to be like him. I don't want to be like him. She's scared and i don't want to hurt her. That's Emma. I couldn't believe it. She is the little girl who's mom died in the accident. The little girl whose dad went crazy. She never was able to leave the house. Once I found that out she told me things that I hadn't imagined. I guarantee she is hiding something from me though. She told me that she was beaten and slapped around. I know there is more to that but I don't want to bring it back up. Once she did tell me that though she started crying. She buried her face in her hands. I had to do something about it. I wrapped my arms around her and she tensed up.
"I won't hurt you," i whispered, " I won't. You can cry all you want. I won't hurt you because of it. I understand why you're crying and that's ok."
She cried for about fifteen minutes and then Pulled away. Her eyes were red and puffy. I felt bad.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"Yeah," she sniffled, "what's your name?"
"Aaron," I smiled, "Aaron Schultz."
"Well thank you for not hurting me," she said.
"Never will," i smiled and stood up, "I'll be right back."
I left the room and walked down the stairs. I walked out of the house. She needed something to know that I won't hurt her. That's when my dad started texting me.
D: where are you going?
M: groceries
D: don't we have enough?
M: obviously not, I'll be gone for only a few minutes.
D: yeah better only be a few
M: it will be I promise.
D: and be ready for a world of hurt when you come back.
M: yes sir
Great now he was going to beat me. It would be worth it though. I'd rather it be me than Emma. She's already been through so much.