You Don't Know Me

Chapter 15| Utterly Shocked

I was stunned to say the least about Will's story.

He started from the beginning. He told me he was only 8 when it started.

He told me about the abuse. I couldn't imagine his parents hurting him. They seemed so nice.

Will was only 12 when Emily was born. Emily was so sweet and she got along with everyone.

He told me about how they used to beat them up and hurt them.

I felt so bad. This was going on for years and I never knew. I feel like a terrible friend. All I can do now is be there for him. And I will do that.

He told me how he was beating them up. And Emily had taken too many hits at once.

Her body gave up.

She died.

He told me about how they arrested his parents. His mother somehow got out of getting charged but his dad didn't.

So his dad is now in jail and his mom was taking care of him at the moment but there are police officers who kept an eye on them at all times, just in case.

He is being put in foster care soon. They just need to find a family to take care of him.

He told me how he wanted to fight back but he never did. I mean I couldn't blame him. Who would want to hit their parents?

He told me how he always kept himself fit just in case. He told me how he fought back when they were hitting to Emily too much. They go mad and hit her even more.

He didn't say it, but deep down I know he blames himself. I told him how he was just defending her and that either way she was getting hit and it could have happened either way.

He told me how he was upset since his mom never got in trouble even for murdering her own daughter. Her own flesh and blood. Apparently his mother never gets in trouble and murder was supposedly no exception.

That's why he got upset about girls getting to do whatever they wanted, and that it was unfair to guys.

I wanted to cry but I knew I had to be strong for Will.

The last time I saw him cry was when he fell off the play structure in kindergarten.

We were 4 then. So seeing him cry now, I realize how strong he is.

He has been through hell, with nobody by his side. Nobody to talk to. Nobody to hold on to. No real parents.

I won't let that happen again. I will stay by his side. That is my job as his best friend, and I need to fulfill that job. I need to be there for him.

Seeing him cry made me want to cry but I didn't, I stayed strong until he left.

When he did leave I ran to my room and I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up late but I still couldn't understand this.

I can't even process this information.

Mr and Mrs. Barlow are abusive murderers. Emily is dead. Will was alone through all this.

I'm utterly shocked.

Thomas must have known what I was crying about since he didn't ask he just gave me a sympathetic look.

Do Jake and Josh know? I wonder many things as questions swarm my mind.

Will also asked me if I wanted to speak at her funeral. I accepted of course. Emily was amazing even though she was only 5 years old. She was the best 5 year old ever.

I get up from my bed and sit at my desk. I grab a loose leaf lined paper and start writing a speech for her.

Tears spill from my eyes as I finally realize that this is for her funeral and Emily is gone... Forever.

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Note: Sorry again for a short chapter. I can't quite explain why this is so important, but the next few chapters might be short as well because I need some information here and there and I can't put them in the same chapters. So hopefully it's not too short but yeah. This is all leading up to the plot of this story so it might be like this. Don't worry though I really am trying my hardest to make them as long as possible. Hope you enjoyed! <3

-Sarah