In love with you.

CHAPTER 13

Emily's pov

I was driving and Chris kept asking me all sorts of questions. "Where are we going?" he sounded worried. He had he's eyes glued to me the entire time I was driving. "To a place where bad things happen." I told him without taking my eyes off the road. I didn't have my driver's license. "Are you sure we will be safe?" he asked me still staring at me as if I was a meat of rotten flesh. "Dude we will be fine just trust me." I said finally putting an end to the awkward conversation. I knew a place out of state where some people would give us a 'job'. He was still staring at me and kept beginning to open his mouth as if he wanted to say something but the words would fall out. "What you want to say to me?" I asked him finally. "I love you." He said with his eyes not leaving my body. I was in shock I couldn't say anything. "I love you. I don't want anything to happen to you, or me, or us. I want to be happy with you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I don't know why I feel like this, but I do. I'm sorry. I know you probably think that there's something wrong with me, since we've only been together for about a month, but I do love you. I knew it from the moment I met you that you were the one for me." He said once he realized that I wasn't saying anything. "Please say something, or at least slow down to the speed limit." He said still realizing I was in shock. I pulled the car over on the side of the road. There was no one for miles. We were in the middle of the country. I put the car in park, and looked at Chris. "I-I-I never knew you felt that way. I feel the same way I was just afraid to tell you how I felt." I said as I looked deep into his green eyes. He grabbed my hand. "Where are we going?" he asked me. "Um a few years ago, when I was about 10. I worked for a pimp. I got tired of working for him so I snuck out one night and ran away. I found my old home that I grew up in. my parents still lived in it and I snuck back in just as I had snuck out that night. They heard me making noise and raced up to my room to find me standing there in front of them. They gave me so many hugs telling me how happy they were that I was back. They also said if anyone ever took off with me again that they would shot them right then and there. The next day I woke up and went downstairs like I would have any other day, but apparently things had changed for them. They didn't see me as their little girl anymore, once they heard about me getting around. They beat me until I was barely living and then my brother walked in and helped me. I don't remember much of what had happened, but I know that he helped me. He took me to the hospital, and took care of me. a few years later he died in a car wreck, and I had to move back in with my parents. Every time they get back from a trip they think I've had men over and getting money from them. They would beat me and call me a slut and a whore. They would always say how they never wanted me to come back that I was a disgrace to the family." I said and by now I couldn't fight back the tears. I was crying my whole life into his shoulders. He rubbed my back. "so we are going to your pimp's house? Where he can take you? Where he can beat you? Where you have to show him your body again? Where you have to show other men your body? Is this why you weren't afraid to do that with me? Are you ok?" he asked me as he looked into my eyes. "Yeah. I know it's not a very safe life, but it's better than my normal life. He probably wont even take me back. I've changed so much. My body has gotten bigger. I've put on more weight from being depressed. The other night was my 6-year anniversary from being away from him and being at home. He always told me I would regret going back home. And now I see why he always said that. If you don't want to come then I will take you back home. I need to get clothes for him to let me back in anyways. So I need to stop by the store." I told him as I slowed to a stop to turn around thinking he will just say he wants to go home. I hate this life that I'm living. I hate that I worked for a pimp and got away. Now I'm going back. My life sucks. "I'm going with you." He said I looked at him in shock. "Are you sure? If you do this you are apart of the business forever, if they kill you, or if you start to look old. And you will need some things too." I said as I ran my fingers through his hair thinking he needs a haircut. "I want to. I'm willing to risk it for you." He said as he grabbed my hand. "Maybe we could just be together and they could just sell us like that or something." He said as I started to drive again. "I don't know. I've never heard of anyone doing it like that, but maybe he will still make money by doing it like that." i said as i turned onto the interstate. next stop the mall.

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