Emerson, a lonely teenager, got bullied, and lived in a careless and abusive house, the only person that cared about her was the principal, and her sister, Lizzie who sadly passed away. It was a hell whole till the one not she had met.
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"Em. Wanna stay round at mine tonight, I have spear rooms?" I asked her, she's nodded but stayed on the floor crying. Wow she's going through a rough time.
We stayed like this till the end off the day, when the bell rang, I got her up and bought her to my car, with two other men in. "She's sleeping over, as long as she wants, family business that's all." I told the guards in.
I looked over at Emerson and she was laying on me with her eyes closed, I'm pretty sure she's asleep, after crying all that.
We got into the house and I took her to the sofa and placed her there. I ordered some McDonalds. When they arrived I woke Emerson up. "Hey, em. Wake up, I've got food." I spoke going over to the door, and answering it, giving the money to the driver.
I walked back to the sofa and placed the food on the table. "You have a nice house." Emerson said. "Thank you. Do you want some Maccies?" I asked. She got up, and walked over to the table. "Oh, uh. Ash, I don't have no clothes, for tomorrow and tonight." She asked me. "It's fine, you "can use some shorts and a T-shirt." I replied back.
She nodded and sat down, eating some food, not a lot though. "Ash. Can I call my mom, please?" She asked me. "Don't you have your own." I asked, furrowing an eyebrow. "No." She replied, looking down at her legs.
