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   Weston's POV

    I walked back into my room to see Mark leaning in to kiss Emma.

  What the hell!

"Get the fuck off of her now Mark and after you do that get out of my house!" I yelled. I was so pissed Mark was even here!

    "I'm driving her home since she didn't kiss me," Mark snickered. No way in hell was I letting Emma go home with that lunatic.

   "No, I'm, not!" Emma yelled as she tried to break out of Mark's arms.

   "Don't you worry babygirl, it'll be fun," Mark said.

  "Get off of her now! You're not driving her home!" Then I started fighting him again. I kicked him in the balls, grabbed Emma, then ran.

    "Why does this always have to happen to me?!" She asked as I ran down the stairs and into the street. We were going to her house.

   I grabbed Coco Chanel just in case something happened.

What if Mark stole Coco?!?!

No Weston, no one cares about Coco right now. Emma is about to get kidnapped by some psycho!!

Emma's POV

Alright, well now I'm scared to death.

Mark's trying to rape me, I don't think Weston trusts me, and Jacob is still out there! What the fuck am I supposed to do now!

"Almost there," Weston said through his breaths. We were currently running in the street, back to my house.

Minutes felt like hours and seconds felt like days. We were still running, trying to get to my house.

"Emma are we lost?" Weston asked.

"I don't think so," I replied.

I kept following the path I was already on, and I finally reached home.

I opened the door. I was so out of breath, I'd never ran that much in my life!

Great job Emma.

Maybe Mr. Simons will boost your gym grade up.

"Emma? Why didn't you text me,"

I heard my mom come down the stairs. Ugh, I have a lot of explaining to do. And not only to my mom, but to Weston too.

"I um, I left my phone at Weston's and it died," I lied. My phone's in my pocket fully charged. I didn't really want to tell her about the whole Mark thing since she doesn't even know about Weston.

"Who's Weston?" My mom asked, taking a seat on the couch.

"Hi, I'm Weston. Emma and I met at the park the other day," Weston said. He reached out for my mom's hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Weston. It's nice to see Emma out of her room," My mom laughed.

"We're going upstairs," I said, leading Weston up the stairs and into my room.

It was actually clean. Thanks, Mom.

"Can you explain to me everything that just happened?" Weston whispered.

"Well-" I started, but was interrupted by Weston.

"One sec, I have to go to the bathroom."

Weston ran out of my room and into the bathroom right across the hall.

I sat down in the chair next to my desk and checked my phone.

I scrolled through Instagram when a text popped up on my screen.

I opened the Messages app and checked to see what the message said and who it was from.

Unknown Sender- Hey Emma. You only see what you believe, right? Macob's real and you know it because we're right next to your window. Guns are loaded.

Oh. My. God.

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if you didn't know, Macob means Jacob and Mark.

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