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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Emerson, quickly chucked shorts on, making me chuckle a little. I walk closer to her, looking at her scars."Hey, em. What are these scars from." I asked, I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, or I didn't want to know if she wasn't ready to tell me.
"You don't have to tell me, If you don't want to. Just take your time. I'll be there for you." I said looking down at her, whilst she grabs her top quickly, throwing it over her scars.
"Thanks." She said. "It's getting late. I think we should get the sleep." I said, and she nodded.
I took her to a spear room and she laid down, getting ready to sleep. I turned out the light. "Night." She said. "Goodnight." I replied with, and she fell asleep. I walked over to my room and got changed into some checked bottoms and took my top off and settled down.
I woke up to screaming and crying. I ran into Emerson's room and sat there calming her down whilst she's still sleeping. After 5 minutes she woke up, sweating, and her breathing was way off. "Hey, hey, I'm here." I said, hugging her. "It's alright, just a nightmare no one's gonna hurt you." I told her.
I laid her down and got up to head out. "Ash. Can you sleep here tonight." She asked. I nodded.
