Chapter 3

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I walk into the bathroom, turn on the shower, find my razor, and cut my leg, 1 cut for being a lame excuse for  daughter, 1 cut for not being good enough, 1 cut for not being pretty enough, 1 cut for being alive, and 1 cut for cutting. A total of 5 cuts. What did I just do.?

**2 months later**

(A/N sorry for the huge time skip)

Emma's POV  

I walk into the school  shaking, I haven't eaten anything in over 2 days, I immediately see Ethan, I try to walk away and get to class before he sees me, but  I feel myself being lifted off the ground, before I know what's happening I get thrown to the floor. I gasp, because the wind  just  got  knocked outta  me. Ethan keeps punching and kicking me, but what's the use in fighting? My parents hate me, Everyone bullies me, I'm ugly. And I can't fight back, I'm too weak. 

"STOP  IT RIGHT NOW."  I hear someone say.

Who could that possibly be to actually notice that somethings happening to me? Before I could figure out what was happening Ethan picked me up and threw me about 10 feet. I land and just stay there.

"WHAT  THE HELL DUDE, WHO  THE  F**K  DO  YOU  THINK  YOU ARE, IF YOU TOUCH HER ONE MORE EFFIN  TIME  YOU  ARE  SO DEAD. I WANT YOU TO LEAVE AND NEVER TOUCH  EMILY AGAIN."

wait. He actually knows my name?!? Who is this kid?

"Oh yeah, what you gonna do about it?" Ethan says.

"This." The boy punches  Ethan  in  the face, and he just stood their frozen, then ran off.

The boy walks over to me, as I'm in a tight ball shaking uncontrollably and crying, and says, "Shhhhh, It's okay babygirl, don't cry,  I won't let him touch you again."  He gently helps me up and just hugs me.  (A/N  she has no idea who the person actually is, but she's just too shaken up to process what's going on) 

** Study  Hall**

(A/N  It's a class  in middle and high school, for those of you who didn't know)

I see the boy again that helped me this morning in the hall. He notices me and smiles and jogs over. "Hey, are you okay Em?" He says, I nod my head and say, "I'm sorry, but who are you, and why did you do that for me?"


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