Playing With Fire

three

above is the picture of Emily^^^

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I walked back into the bedroom to see Liam waiting on the bed.

"Look Liam, what I did out there and they way I acted towards you was totally awful. I'm really sorry, and I know that it's not enough but all o wanted was for my best friend to have a good time and now it's all ruined be-"

"Emily, calm down love!" Liam chuckled, rushing to me and wrapping me in a big hug. "I forgive you, ok? And the rest of the boys do too."

I smirked.

"So that means I don't have to be-"

"You are still getting spanked for your actions, but I'll reduce it to 30 with my hand," he stated simply, giving me a stern look.

I sighed and pouted.

"But Lili, I said I was sorry. I really am!"

"No Emily. You have to learn!"

"No! Stop telling me what do fucking do!"

His eyes narrowed and he growled at me.

"Emily Grace come here right now!"

"NO! YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING FATHER. EVEN HE DIDN'T DO THIS! I HATE ALL OF YOU! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I CAME HERE TODAY WITH ALL YOU FAGGOTS!" I ran out of the room, past Harry who tried to make a grab at me. I pushed him off and pulled Brooke out of their room and into the elevator.

"What the fuck was that, Emily?!" she fired at me. I stared at her incredulously.

"Did you hear what was going on? They were fucking spanking me! I'm not gonna stay and take it like a schoolgirl!"

"Maybe you deserved it! God why do you have to be such a bitch?!" She slapped me across the face.

The elevator doors opened, and I pushed my way through the crowd of fans to the taxi stand.

Once I got to the apartment, I flipped down on my bed and screamed.

I hated them. Every single one of those idiots. Louis. Niall. Liam. Harry. They ruined my life. If not for them, Brooke would still be talking to me. If not for them, I could be happy. If not for them, my life could still be NORMAL!

My door slammed open, and a livid Brooke came in.

"Pack your bags and get out," she ordered.

"Hell no! Why don't you get out bitch?" I retorted.

"Last time I checked, I was the one paying the bills. So get out!"

"B-B-But I have nowhere else to go..." My lip quivered with the sudden reality of this situation hitting me. I was being kicked out of my house. I'd be homeless, jobless, food less, nothing! I'm 17 for crying out loud!

"Boo hoo. Cry yourself a river and drown in it for all I care. Just get the fuck out." Brooke slammed the door in my face. I slid to the ground, crying silently while trying to pack my things.

30 minutes later, I hauled 1 suitcase out of the apartment and walked to the park, sitting on an old bench. Time to start my new life...

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*4 months later*

My stomach growled loudly, causing me to groan and curse under my breath. I quickly did the math and sighed.

I hadn't had a meal since noon yesterday, and it was around dusk right now. But, it wasn't that big of a deal; I'm kinda used to it. Living on the streets for 4 months teaches you things.