I'm Here

chapter 9

Emma pov
After he told me what happened I was scared. More scared than before. He lifted up his shirt and I saw the scar. It was a longer scar than what I though. Close to 8 or 9 inches. His wound drew my attention quickly. It was red but healing. I made him lay flat on his back and I ran to the bathroom. I got a towel and wetted it. I ran back without his dad seeing me. I shut his door and walked over to him. I laid the towel over his injury and wiped away excess blood. I pulled away and it looked better. The stitches have been in for a while. It was time to change them since they were actual medical stitches. I cut the strings and took them out easily. I wiped away blood again and put some back in. At certain parts he would tense up, but he would then relax. I finished up and he sat up.
"Thank you," he smiled, "doctor is it healing correctly?"
I laughed, "yes sir, it's healing perfectly. I am guess that with in the next week or so it will be all healed up."
He nodded and stood.
"Hungry?" He asked.
I shrugged, "a little."
He nodded and went down the stairs. I shut his door and sat on the bed. About fifteen minutes later his door opened and his dad walked in. He put his finger to his lips and grabbed my arm. He stuck something in my arm and I blacked out.
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I woke up chained to a wall. It was cold and wet. I could hear voices upstairs.
"Where is she?" Aaron shouted.
"Gone!" His dad screamed, "why did you have feelings for her!"
"None!" He laughed, "are you kidding me! I could do so much better!"
His dad laughed, "then you shouldn't care where she is."
I couldn't find the right words. He didn't care for me. He said it himself. I could hear the footsteps going up the stairs and heard the door shut. I couldn't hear any more voices but I heard a door open close to me. My heart started to race. His dad appeared.
"I see your awake," he smiled, "and we need to talk."
"What do you want?" I asked.
"He didn't have Sex with you," he sighed, "he didn't even hit you. Not once. You're helping him out of the kindness of your heart."
"Yeah because I care about him," I whined.
His dad walked over to me and slapped my face. It stung afterwards. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I probably looked like a wreck.
"Well you heard him," he smiled, "he doesn't care about you!"
Those words replayed in my head.
He doesn't care about you.
Doesn't care about you.
Care about you.
About you.
You!
Everything always end with me. Always ends with me. I don't get it.
Why me?
Why this?
Did my own mother lie to me?
I think she did. He doesn't care. He said it himself. His dad hit me a few more times. Then he grabbed a knife. My heart started to race. He came over and grabbed a pen. He drew lines. One on each of my arms. One going across each leg, and two going across my stomach. He took the knife and traced the lines. I screamed. Blood dripped.
Was this happening?
How?
Why?
After a good two hours of pain he laughed and kissed me. He went upstairs. I didn't hear the door shut. Blood was like a waterfall. It wouldn't stop coming. I started getting dizzy. My eye sight went blurry. Everything went dark. I blacked out.
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"Emma?" A voice said, "Emma please wake up. Don't die on me now. Please don't. You're the only thing keeping me here. Emma please. I heard your scream. My dad is asleep. Emma please wake up."
My eyes fluttered open and met his. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. I was to weak to even lift mine.
"How?" I coughed? "Did...did you f...f...find me...?"
It was hard to talk. It hurt to talk. .
"Sh," He whispered, " don't talk. I've got you now. You're safe."
He picked me up bridal style and carried me up the stairs. He slowly took me to his room. He set me on his bed although blood was everywhere. He ran to the bathroom and came back with a bunch of towels and gauze. He wiped all the excess blood away only showing the cuts. He wrapped each one carefully and slowly. Soon he was done and he went back downstairs. He came back up with food and a drink. He shut his door slowly and quietly. Then he walked over to me.
""I wrote a note," he smiled, "it says 'I was able to escape. I can't take it anymore. You and your son were driving me crazy. I'm gone. Don't bother looking'"
After I ate and drank I was able to talk.
"You told your dad you didn't care about me," I said, "that you could do better."
"I never meant that," he shook, "I was hoping that he would tell me where you were. I felt so bad after I said that. I didn't mean one bit of it."
"Promise?" I asked.
"Promise," he smiled.
I smiled and he laid down next to me.
"Get some rest," he said, "ill be here tomorrow morning. Just go to sleep."
I was able to fall asleep. It wasn't that hard.
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I woke in the night. My heart was racing. He sat up and looked at me startled.
"You ok?" He asked
I shook my head. I don't even remember the dream. or the nightmare at least.
"Hey it'll be ok," he rubbed my back, "it's OK. I'm here."
He hugged me and I didn't do anything. He pulled away.
"OK there's something wrong," he sighed, "it's me isn't it? You want to leave don't you?"
He was right. I do want to leave. I do not want to leave him though.
"No," I shook, "I want to leave but I don't want to leave you."
He looked down and I could see the smirk on his face. He looked back at me.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yeah," I nodded, "really."
He grabbed my hand and kissed the top. I smiled.
"You're beautiful," he smiled, "you know that right."
I shrugged, "you're the only one that thinks that."
He looked down again, "why don't you?"
"I've been put down so many times," I explained, "I've started believing that what they said was true. They have called me slut, whore, worthless, useless, I just don't know anymore. I want to believe you but I can't. Too many bad things have been put in my brain."
He wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back and just stayed there for as long as possible. I wasn't letting go unless he did, and even then I don't think I would.
"Don't let go," I thought but I must have said it aloud.
"I won't," he whispered.
I could feel my cheeks start burning.
Did I really say it aloud?
Oh goodness I hope not. I think I did. He answered me. After a while I pulled away. I heard his dad's door open. I got scared. I heard the footsteps go down the stairs. I few minutes later I heard him shout.
"Emma get under the bed," he said, "trust me get under the bed."
I did what he said. As soon as I was fully under I saw the door slam open.
"Where is she!" He screamed, "tell me where she is!"
"Who that girl?" He said, "i don't know where she is. Why would I care? If anything she's better off dead."
"Yeah you're right," his dad sighed, "ok. You better not be lying."
"I'm not," he sighed, "why would I lie. I don't care about her?"
His dad slammed the door and I heard the footsteps. I stayed under the bed.
"Emma?" He asked, "you can come out."
"I want to stay here," I sighed.
I heard him hit the floor. I watched him get under the bed with me.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I don't want you to get hurt," i sniffled, "i never want you to."
"I won't get hurt," he smiled, "I'll do anything to keep you safe."
I smiled at that. He knew something else was wrong.
"I know what's wrong," he sighed, "Emma I have to say those things to keep you safe. If I don't say that then you and I will get hurt. I don't mean any of it. I'm glad you're here I'm glad that you stayed by me. You're mine and Im willing to stay yours."
I could feel my cheeks burning. Stop blushing. Stop blushing!! He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I smiled and he looked at me.
"Will you come out now?" He asked.
"Of course," I smiled. He slid out first and pulled me out. I laughed but had to make sure it wasn't loud.
"I'm going out to dinner!" His dad yelled, "you can eat here. Oh and I don't think I'm coming back tonight. I found myself a lady friend."
"OK dad!" Aaron shouted.
I heard the door shut and Aaron ran out. I heard him go down the stairs.
"You can come out!" He shouted, "he's gone!"
I Smiled And walked out of his Room.