Love Can't Die |M.C.|

Chapter 8

*Emmie's POV*

I woke up and felt someone's arms wrapped tightly around me. I looked up and saw Michael laying there. I managed to get out of his arms without waking him up.

I get up and go upstairs and try to find the bathroom. I found it and went in before doing my business and looked in the mirror.

They saw part of what dad was doing to me. They will never see some of the things he's doing to me mentally and physically. What I saw in the mirror was a girl that seemed normal. But when I looked into her eyes, I saw she was miserable, in pain, and wanted to die.

I look down at my wrists and pulled up my sleeves and saw the scars that I put there and that my dad had put there. Two that stood out the most the me was one that wrapped around my wrists, caused by a knife my dad used to hurt me. He said those were to make me know that I am his and always his.

I pulled my sleeves back down and looked back up. I signed and walked back out and almost ran into Liz. "I'm so sorry. I need to look where I'm going." I say scared she would be mad.

"It's ok sweetheart. You didn't know I was right here. I couldn't tell you how many times the boys accidentally ran into me." She said chuckling.

I smiled softly and heard her say "do you want some food?" I nod softly and follow her to the kitchen.

She grabbed a pan and set it on the stove and said "is pancakes good?" "I just want a piece of toast if that's ok." I say quietly.

"You sure? I'm gonna be making pancakes for the boys and there's plenty." She said looking at me.

I nod softly and say "I'm sure." She grabs a piece of bread and puts it in the toaster and starts making pancakes.

I look at the clock and see that it's 6 in the morning. I sigh and sit down at the kitchen table watching her.

"So how come you got up so early? Are you an early riser?" Liz asked glancing at me over her shoulder.

"Yeah. I just can't wake up late." I say quietly watching her. She nodded and said "Could you do me a favor and fix some coffee?"

I nod and get up before fixing the coffee pot and watching it. The room was silent for a long time. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was a good silence. She finished the pancakes and asked me to go wake up the boys.

I smirk and nod before going downstairs and grabbing Mike's guitar and turning on the amp and smirked before turning the volume all the way up and strummed the guitar. It was really loud but the boys still didn't get up.

I pout and put it up and turned off the amp before looking at the pile of boys. I jumped on top of them and they woke up, groaning in pain. Mike looked up at me and glared at me and growled "Why the hell did you wake me up?"

"B-because L-Liz f-fixed b-breakfast." I stutter getting up. To be honest, when he growled at me, I thought of dad. "I-i h-have t-to g-go." I stutter and grab my jacket and scramble up the stairs and go outside.

After I shut the door, my vision started to blur from the tears whelling in my eyes. I put on my jacket and wrapped it tightly around me and ran home. Dad was going to kill me because I wasn't home last night...

I go up to the door and gulped before taking out my key and unlocking the door, and opening it, praying he would be passed out. I peek inside and don't see him. I creep in and shut the door quietly and turn back around to see dad standing there glaring down at me. I gulp and look up at him quietly.

"Where the hell were you?" he growled grabbing me and slamming me against the door. "A-at a f-friend's h-house." I stutter.

"Lies. You don't have any friends. No one wants you as their friend. You're an ugly bitch and no one cares about you." he yelled and punched me in the face. I yelped and tried to touch my face with my hand but he grabbed my hand and slammed it so hard against the door, that I think he might have broke my wrist.

"You stay fucking still bitch." he growled and picked me up before throwing me down the hallway. I hit my head on the wall, hard, and yelped loudly. I looked up at him through blurred vision and saw him walking towards me. 

I whimpered and got on my hands and knees, trying to crawl away but he threw me so hard and far, that it hurt so bad to move, but I was moving. He growled and grabbed me again and kept slamming me against the wall and threw me onto the ground and grabbed a vase from the table in the living room and hit me in the head with it.

I screamed and saw blood running down into my eyes. He kicked me so many times and I soon started to feel numb. I could barely breathe and could barely keep my eyes open. soon I faded into darkness.