-Emma's POV-
My phone buzzed, causing a vibration on the top of the nightstand.
I rubbed my eyes trying to clear my vision as I reached for the device.
"Where are you? I told mom you'd be back and it's 3 in the morning! -Blake"
Shit. I knew it wasn't a good idea to stay with Harry.
Mom probably thinks I've been out getting wasted as I used to do. Not this time.
I tried to be as quiet as possible as I slid out from under the sheets and grabbed my heels, tip toeing for the door.
When I managed to get out and lock the door behind me, I jogged home in quite a rush.
"Where the hell have you been?!" Shit.. She's mad. My mom tends to have a temper since the whole thing with my dad.
*FLASHBACK*
"Who's excited?" My dad questioned, as he attempted to drive through the harsh rain pounding on the windshield, giving him an almost impossible view of the street.
"Please tell us where we are going, daddy!" Me and Blake always whined to get our way.
"No can do, cupcakes!" My mother joined in.
We drove by a familiar cottage that I was always fond of. It was decorated beautifully, with the small old rock path leading up to the custard colored door.
This was perfect. My whole family was happy. And before I knew it, it was all taken away from me. Just like that.
Those were the last memories I had before awakening in a cold white room, dressed in a pale blue gown with an IV.
"W-Where am I?!" I screamed, unable to gather my thoughts.
A nurse hurried into the room. She had dark brown hair with a beautiful set of brown eyes, and her smile was to die for.
"You're in the hospital, love. You and your family were in a car accident. It's okay, sweetie. Don't cry." She soothed me as she ran her cold hands through my hair.
If I could just see my dad one more time..
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I was interrupted from my thoughts when a strong sting formed on my cheek, after my mom had given me a slap.
"You're drunk, and you aren't my daughter. I want you out! Get out!" She screamed, tears running down her face.
"Mom please, I wasn't drinking. I stayed with a friend!" I begged, trying to snap her out of her current state of mind.
"I said," She paused, inhaling sharply, "Get out, Emma."
I was speechless. Is she kidding me right now? I didn't even drink!
"I would've felt bad for dad if he were still alive. Having to deal with a selfish bitch like you." I snapped, then realizing what I had just said.
She came back with another slap, this time harder than before.
She didn't say anything back to me, which I was surprised about. She just pointed to the door, signaling for me to leave.
I walked up to my bedroom, familiar with the scent of peppermint that always fills the air.
My attention was directed to the old, beat-up suitcase propped up against the wall.
I always kept a suitcase with me, filled with a few outfits and things that were important to me.
