you're mine

chapter 4

*three weeks later*

I have been watching her every day. I overheard someone calling her Emelia. The pretty girl that's been taking over my mind is called Emelia.

The closest I have been to her since that night I first met her, was when I followed her to the library and I was right behind her as she was looking through a pile of books. I was so close to her that I could smell her. she smelt of strawberries, which I gathered was the scent of shampoo she used.

I am currently sitting on my bed, trying to block out the noise of my siblings. luckily, I get my own room. most of us do.

Each day they annoy me more. And each day I want Emily more. She's mine. I just want her to know that. I do not want to wait to be able to touch her, talk to her, have her look at me. Her bambi style eyes are enough to make me go insane.

I want her now.

I leave my bedroom and dart downstairs. My dad is the first thing my senses take in. His unpleasant body is slouched over the brown sofa placed under the window, across from the tv.

But I don't let my dads whereabouts sidetrack my doing. Instead, I move to the kitchen and grab a perfectly sharpened knife, which was previously placed in the knife block.

My legs carry me to the living room, to where I am met with my dad.

"What do you want, boy?" He scoffs.

"I'm going out." I say to him.

"Like hell you are. It's late. Go back to bed." He tries to keep his anger contained, but for the first time ever, I don't want that.

"Fuck you." I speak strongly, no fear.

"What did you just say to me?" He asks. Without even giving me a chance to reply, he swings for me with his big fist.

My dad isn't fat, but he does have a big build. A lot bigger than my own.

I don't attempt to dodge the hit. Instead, I raise the knife and slit the vein popping out of his tensed fist. Before he regains his strength, I stab the knife into his low abdomen, causing his body to slump to the floor.

If you ask me, that was way overdue.

When I turn around and see Taylor standing there, staring back at me. I put a finger to my mouth signalising him to stay quiet and he mimics my action.

I wink in reply. I always had a soft spot for him... if you could call it that.

Not letting anymore time pass me by, I find my dads car keys and head out.

.

Outside her house is so quiet. Not a single noise around. I can see her through her window, sleeping peacefully. She should really be more carful sleeping with her blinds open and her bed in full view from the drive out front.

Also, with the fact that she has a balcony leading to her room. With my car pulled up close, I stand on the hood and pull myself up to the balcony.

The door is unlocked. I push it open and her open curtains blow in the draft.

As quiet as I can, I walk towards her and move her hair from her face.

Before she wakes up, I pick her up bridal style and carry her down stairs and out the door. Luckily, it automatically opens from the inside without needing a key.

She begins to stir in my arms but surprisingly doesn't wake up. I carefully place her in the back of the car, laying her down. She must be a heavy sleeper to not wake up from being carried. If that was me, I would've woken from someone looking at me; But maybe that's from instinct my body had to learn.