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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I look over to where my family was, and saw Emerson on the floor. "ALRIGHT, WHO THE FUCK SHOT HER." I shouted. "OWN UP NOW OR ILL KILL YOU AND BLOW UP THE REST OFF THE MAFIA." I shouted even more.
"Right." I muttered, and shot them all without them thinking.
When they all died I ran over to Emerson. "Hey, princess. I'm here." I whispered, she had a gun shot in her stomach. My father, my mother, Asher and Cameron ran over, my father picked her up, for me and carried her to the car.
We drove to the hospital. "She's been shot, someone fucking help." I shouted.
A few doctors came and helped Emerson. Why didn't she just shoot when They come near her or my family.
A few hours past and the doctors came out and told us the news. "Emerson, she's going to be fine. It was a little shot." She said, making me relief. "Thank you, can we see her?" My mother asked. "Off course, follow me." She said, walking to the room Emerson was in.
We walked into the room, and saw Emerson laying in the hospital bed. "Ash." She said, with a voice crack. "Yes, butterfly?" I replied. "I'm sorry." She spoke. Why is she sorry. "For?" I asked. "Not listening, if I did we wouldn't be here and we would be at home." She replied, I walked over to her bed and sat on it. "It's fine, princess." I told, wiping a tear away from her eyes.
