Emily's pov
I woke up to a killer migrane, my pillow still damp from my tears.
The sound of my doorbell ringing traveled through my small apartment.
I fixed my ponytail and put on my slippers, beggining to walk downstairs towards my door.
I looked through the peephole and saw a pissed Ashton Irwin. I panicked and ran back upstairs, grabbing my phone and checking my notifications.
"24 missed calls from Ash 💖💖"
"46 texts from Ash 💖💖"
I called the only person I could think of, hoping they picked up.
The mix of the cell phone ringing and Ashton pounding on the door was giving me an even larger headache.
"Em?", a voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Jack!, Hey!, Can you come over?" I asked, nervous.
"Why? Is everything okay?" He asked worriedly.
"Yes, fine," I lied.
"I'll be there in a few."
I decided to go check on Ashton, so I ran downstairs and slowly unlocked the door.
He yanked me and pulled me into a hug.
"You scared me babe, don't ever do that again," his voice cracked as he held me tighter than ever.
"Ashton, i'm fine."
"I'm sorry for what I said, I know I can be bipolar and i'm sorry but I love you Em."
"Love you too Ash" I smiled.
He let go of me and gave me a peck on the cheek, "I have to go." he said.
"You just got here!" I protested.
"Em, it's 3'o clock." he laughed.
"Fine" I pouted and gave him a kiss as I ran back upstairs.
I walked into my bathroom and decided to get ready.
I brushed my hair and put some dry shampoo, then pulled it into a braid.
I wiped my face and put on some simple mascara and some eyeliner.
I decided to wear jeans and an Arctic Monkeys shirt, it was just Jack, after all.
I took out a frozen pizza from my freezer and heated up the oven, and picked out a classic movie, Mean Girls.
I heard my phone beep and found a text from Jack.
from: Gilinsky $$
yo hot momma open up
to: Gilinsky $$
I have a boyfriend
from: Gilinsky $$
and a huge ego, hoe just open the door it's hot outside
I laughed to myself and ran downstairs to open the door for Jack.
"Hello sir, my name is Emily." I said in my best brittish accent, trying my best not to smile.
"Hi, I'm Jack." he said.
"You're cute" I said in my white girl voice.
"I have a boyfriend" he said.
"And a huge ego." I said, finally cracking a smile.
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trapped.
FanfictionEmily Smith is a 16 year-old teenager with—what seems like—the perfect life. Behind all the makeup & smiles, Emily's life is torturous. When she finally has enough of her boyfriend—Ashton— abusing her, will she take the right path, or face killer c...
