Chapter 5

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EMMA'S POV

"Okay, I'm going guys. Bye Chole, bye Tyler, bye Emma." Dylan said while walking out of the house.

"Bye Dylan!" Chole and Tyler whisper shouted."

You had fallen asleep once you finished your strawberry smoothie.

"Emma! Get down here right now." My mom yelled.

I came running down the stairs to see what my mom wanted.

"Ya mom?"

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO THROW THE GARBAGE OUT!?!" She yelled

"Oh, ya s-sorry mom, I-I forgot. I'll do r-right now." I said with a shaky voice.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?!"

She harshly walked over to me and punched me right in the face. I fell to the ground, trying not to cry or scream or make any noise because I knew if I did she would just hit me harder and my dad would hear and help my mom beat me.

She kicked in the stomach and ribs a few times before she got a vase with water and flowers in it and threw it at my face. Luckily she missed and it hit my chest instead.

"ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE OUT THE FUCKING GARBAGE NOW!?!"

"Y-yes m-mom." I said trying my absolute best not to pass out because the pain was so over whelming.

Just as I was getting up, I winced from the bruises I had everywhere. And then my dad heard.

He walked towards me looking furious with a knife in his hand.

He finally reached where I was standing as I was watching him while freaking out on the inside.

He grabbed my arm and pushed the knife in just enough to pierce the skin, then pulled it down through my skin all down my forearm.

I was screaming in pain because I just couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Stop, please stop. PLEASE!" I  yelled trying to get him to stop.

Just as I said that, he got the knife and puts about a 3inch gash on my forehead. He then hands the knife to my mom and she gashes up my whole back, then hands it back to my dad.

He grabs my other arm and lifts the knife up...

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