Jake's POV
Her icy fingers wrap around my hot wrist. She jerks away, surprised. I can see the fear in her eyes as her grip tightens. I know what she is thinking. She thinks I'm gonna hurt her, she thinks I'll kill her. What she dosent lnow is that I love her. People say you hurt the one you love, but I love her, I'm going to protect her.
She leads me down the hall, my wrist growing cold, going numb. She dosent know, she thinks I don't know her. I've been watching her though. For two years. She dose the same thing every morining. Gets up, washes her face, puts on her makeup, takes her braid out, gets dreses, then goes to school. She hides it, the fear, the proof. Her bruises, her scars. Hidden by sweaters and jeans. During lacrosse season, the summer, or when she works out she lies. She tells people that shes clumsy. She really is so its not a total lie, but that not how she gets them.
She is beauty, she is love. She makes my heart jump out of my chest. She hates me, and my friend saids thats why I love her. Maybe it is maybe its not, how do I know. All I know is that when I see her I want to hold her, take the pain out of her life. I want to kill her dad, but then I would be gone, and who would protect her then. Why is it you love the one you cant have.
She opens the door and throws me in the room. She slams the door and the knob turns, I'm locked in. I'm in the goddamn police department for 'following' her. If her grandpa, the cop, wan't with her I would be fine. I sit in the dark emty cell, maybe time away from my house will be good. Some quiet time to think. If Emma's grandpa is a cop how does her dad get away with hurting her?
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Teen FictionEver hear the saying, "you don't know what happens behind closed doors." Yeah well Jake, a shy and beautiful boy, that just so happens to fall for Emma, the most popular and prettiest girl in school, knows exactly what happens to this crush of his...
