Abused and Misused

Chapter 3

(Above photo is what I'd imagine Emma to look like)
Emma Hart POV

My biology class was so boring, but I sat through it. On a normal day, I loved school. Only because daddy dearest wasn't there.

Today was different because the cops came. The cops. No one knew, and I couldn't help but wonder how the cops did.

I hear the bell ring, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I grab my bag and blankly walk into the sea of students. I gasp as someone roughly grabs the back of my shirt, shoving me into a locker.

I grit my teeth and stand up, turning to face one of my many tormentors, Brit.

I stare angrily at her as she looks me up and down.

"What's the matter?" She asks mockingly. She moves closer to me, until her face is inches from mine. "You want to go back home to your daddy?" She whispers.

I yell angrily as I punch her in the face. She lifts her head, her nose bleeding.

"Oh, honey. You're asking for it." She growls.

She kicks me in between my legs, sending me plummeting to the ground in pain.

Tears stream down my cheeks. Why me? Why is it that every time I defend against someone they get the best of me.

I can hear the kids chanting.

"Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!"

My head is spinning as I force myself to stand up.

No one tells Brit that I'm right behind her, causing me to smirk weakly.

I grab her hair and shove her towards the locker.

Just when I think I've won, I feel myself being picked up of the ground.

I scream loudly. "Put me down!" I command.

I hear a familiar female voice scream as the person I've identified as Mike, Brit's jock boyfriend, throws me into a wall.

I grab his jacket, tearing it as I try not to fall. Ultimately, I fail.

I feel my body hit the wall. I heard a bone snap, and I can't help but pray it's my neck. It wasn't.

I do hit my head when I hit the ground, though.

I feel blood seeping from my arm, I must've cut it on his Hollywood sunglasses.

I lay motionless on the floor as the hall clears out. But I'm not alone.

I feel finger press against my neck, checking for a pulse, though my eyes have long since been shut.

I force my eyes open, the room spinning.

"Emma? Baby, stay with me." I hear Olivia say.

I moan quietly. I could barely move. My whole body aches. The jock was a lot stronger than I thought he was.

"Okay, we've got an ambulance on the way." She whispers, stroking my hair.

I'd never felt so comforted. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father...

I open my eyes and make eye contact with Olivia briefly, before I close them once more, being peacefully surrounded by darkness.

A/N: Again, it is a bit short, but I'll probably have a lot of these coming for the next few days, as I am sick. So...yeah!