Save Me From The Past~Louis Tomlinson fanfic~

Save Me From The Past Chapter 2

Chapter 2~ Can I ask you some questions~

Emma's POV-

I stand up to walk away before he asked me why I did this, I don't know what came over me but I hugged him. Once his arms wrapped around me I felt safe, like my past was over with. But then realization hit me its far from over, I unwrap my arms and wipe away my tears. He picks me up and carries me down to the couch in the living room, he sets me on the couch before sitting on the other end. "Can I ask you some questions?" He asks as I bite my lip, I look at him with pain in my face as he looks back with a face of caring and worry. I lightly nod as he grabs my hand, "you don't have to." I say and I shake my head, "it's ok." I say very quietly, "ok, well how long have you done this?" He asks pointing to my hidden wrists, "3 years." I say and his eyes widen, "why?" He asks and tears form in my eyes as I think of how to answer, I don't know if I could trust him yet. "Bully's, making fun of me and my life." Was all I say, he nods his head and looks away. "How old are you?" He asks as he looks at me again "18." I say and he nods, "why were you in the garbage can?" He asks and I felt like I was stabbed in the heart, tears started coming as I looked away. He turned me to face him, he uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears. "It's ok, you don't have to tell me." He says and I nod, I don't think I could tell him about my horrible past just yet. 3 years ago when I was 15 my parents died due to a shooting at a grocery store, I was at a friends house. A while after at my friend I got a call from a police officer, he told me what had happened. I automatically ran home hopping it was actually just a kid pranking me, once I got to my house my uncle was there. He pulled me in for a hug telling me he would take care of me, he took me in like I was his daughter. I turned to cutting, after my parents died. I thought the cutting was going to be the worst until one day when my life just became hell, i was 17 years old I was in the living room working on a project. My uncle came home clearly drunk, all of the sudden he started smashing stuff, coming towards me I backed up off the couch. "Stop please," I begged but he didn't care. He came up to me and grabbed something and started hitting me with it, it lasted a half hour before he passed out. Since then I haven't gotten a job due to all my bruises and cuts, my uncle was drunk everyday, but I had nowhere to go. My friends left me, my family was gone... I was trapped. I finally had enough after 3 years, I ran away before he came home and hid in a trash can. I pull out of my flashback to see I was hugging the guy, "can I ask you some questions?" I ask.