A Love Like This (Stauren) {Book 1: Completed}

Chapter 11

*Emmie's POV*

"Hey, munchkin," Lauren said cheerfully as I sleepily trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I climbed up onto one of the center island bar stools and leaned my head on my hands. "You still remember that?" I asked referring to the nickname munchkin. She faced me, a fake shocked expression on her face.

"Of course I remember! I've called you that ever since I met you on set the first day of filming season two." I smiled because of the fact that she remembered.

"Where's my dad?" I asked after noticing that he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"At set. They said I didn't have to come in today so I stayed here with you," Lauren replied. She came around the countr and sat down next to me, placing a bowl of oatmeal in front of me. I just stared at it for a second, making Lauren laugh. "Yeah your dad needs to go to the store. That was the only breakfast food I could find and it was my first time ever making it."

While examining the contents in the bowl, I picked up my spoon and poked at it. "It looks all spongy. Did you use the directions?" I continued to poke at the clump of oatmeal when Lauren grabbed the bowl.

"And breakfast is now over," she said and tossed it in the sink after emptying the bowl out.

"You're so weird," I laughed and followed her out into the living room where we both fell back onto the couch, both still in our pajamas. My head was laying in her lap when I rubbed my eyes. "I'm so tired."

"Then why did you get up?!" Lauren asked while chuckling.

"Because you keeping texting me over and over saying to get up and come downstairs," I answered sounding a little aggravated.

"Oh yeah....sorry about that." I gave her a sigh and sat up to see her yawn as well. "You should go back to bed."

"I'm comfy here," I said while smiling as I snuggled into Lauren's side.

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I didn't move from the couch all day and felt really lazy. My dad had gotten home late in the afternoon, going strait upstairs to shower after saying hello.

"Steven, you are a bad parent," Lauren joked as dad came down the stairs thirty minutes later. He gave us a confused look. "You had no food in your house today."

"What are you talking about?" Dad asked and went into the kitchen and opened up two huge cupboards. "We have all this."

"Since when?!" I asked while resting my chin on arm of the couch.

"Since forever," he answered, pulling out a box of spaghetti. "Here, I'll make something."

"Thank you," Lauren said, leaning in to kiss him. I let out a loud fake gag, making dad cover their faces with the box of spaghetti. After another few seconds, Lauren got out a big metal pot and put it on the stove when there was a knock at the door.

Dad went to answer it as Lauren came to sit next to me on the couch. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was.

Joana.

She quickly attacked dad with a hug, squealing like an idiot, then it hit me. She didn't know that him and Lauren were together. I suddenly felt a wave if fear take over me and Lauren held me close, knowing how scared I was around Jo, especially at this moment.

"Oh.....hey Jo," dad said nervously.

"Why is she always here?" Jo spat while looking at Lauren. I wanted more than anything to lash out at her, but I knew that I would regret it later.

Dad looked at Lauren and me, then back at Jo. "Uh hang on a second Jo. Um....Lauren, can I talk to you upstairs for a second?"

As soon as they left, I was terrified. She glared at me as I stared at her.

She knows, she knows!

That was all I could think. Suddenly, I took off running with Jo right behind me. I turned around the corner of a wall and ended up trapped in the kitchen, my back pressed against the counter.

"You told him! You fucking told him you little bitch!" She grabbed onto my shirt.

"I didn't tell him, he asked me!" I yelled out, hoping that Lauren or my dad would hear. She pulled me forwards by my shirt and then slammed my head back on the counters edge.

Her hand clamped over my mouth when I attempted to call for help. She turned the stove on its highest setting and forced my arm over the flames. I felt a stinging pain on the top of my arm and did the first thing I could think of. I lifted my knee up and kicked her in the stomach, causing me to get free for a second, but I wasn't fast enough. Jo grabbed me once again and brought her fist up, punching me in the face twice, and I took the opertunity to scream out as loud as I could.

Seconds later, I heard running footsteps and dad yelling, "STOP!"

Jo wouldn't stop until he yanked her off of me, and I quickly ran to Lauren who picked me up into her arms as I sobbed. All I heard was yelling and police sirens while I had my head buried into Lauren's shoulder.

When I finally looked up, I saw the police dragging Jo away. "Daddy," I cried and he took me from Lauren.

"I'm sorry. I never should've left you alone with her," he whispered to me. "I'm sorry."

Little did we know that things would get worse, and that it would be our last night in our home.

A/N
DUN DUN DUNNNNN. Please remember that I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST JOANA IN REAL LIFE! This is just how the story goes!