Love Can't Die |M.C.|

chapter 13

*Emmie*

I looked down at my phone to see it blown up with messages from my dad. I looked up and looked around the room to see my math teacher who is supposed to be helping me, helping someone else.

I groaned and placed my head on the table, feeling tears whell in my eyes. I was supposed to be out of tutoring at 4 and it was 4:16 and i knew dad would be pissed.

I wasn't aloud to text him, so i couldn't tell him that i wasn't going to be out for a few more minutes.

The teacher finally came over and helped me finish and i immediatly grabbed my things and threw on my coat and ran outside. I tried not to slip on the ice and as soon as i opened the door to the car, i was met with his voice.

"What the hell is going on? You were supposed to get out at 4. Not this fucking time. Do you know what time it is?" He yells at me.

"Yes dad. I'm sorry." I whisper. He growled and drove away and continued yelling at me.

I looked out the window, ignoring him with tears streaming down my cheeks. "Pay attention to me bitch!" He screamed in my ear before punching me in the stomach.

I shot up in bed, sweating and tears rolling down my cheeks. That day was the first time he raped me... when i felt useless...

I looked around the dark room and screamed when i felt someone grab my hand. I scrambled away from them and pulled my knees and hands to my chest and heard Michael whisper "shhh. It's ok. It's just me. I won't hurt you."

I let out a cry and jumped into his arms and buried my face in his chest, sobbing. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and held me close and kept whispering soothing things in my ear. I soon stopped crying and just kept my eyes closed and stayed in his arms.

It was a little bit hard for me to breathe, but I could handle it. I've had worse. He kissed my head softly and whispered "It's ok. I'm here. I won't let nothing happen to you. I love you."

I couldn't answer him back at the moment but I squeezed his waist to let him know I felt the same. He rubbed my back softly and I soon went to sleep in his arms.

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I woke up to feel arms wrapped around me. I looked up and saw Michael asleep. Instead of sitting up we were laying down in my bed. I looked down and tried to wiggle out of his arms, managing to in a few minutes. I went into the bathroom and shut the door before looking in the full length mirror. I was fat.

No wonder I was having trouble getting out of his arms. I pulled up my sleeves and saw all my scars and the newer red slashes. I looked back up and looked into the girl's eyes that were staring back at me and saw faded blue eyes with the whites of my eyes red.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, causing my bangs to move from the area where I have stitches. Tears formed in my eyes again and I grabbed my bag that I put in here and grabbed my sharpest blade. I sat down on the floor and just started dragging it across my wrist when the door flung open. I jumped and looked up to see Michael standing there, tears in his eyes as he watched the blood drip from my arm.

I dropped my blade and tried to crawl away. I couldn't let him see me like this. I can't lose someone else I love, but he grabbed me and pulled me to him. He grabbed a rag and wrapped it around my wrist, trying to stop the bleeding.

I cried out and tried to get out of his arms. He shook his head and kept ahold of me and wouldn't let me go. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he put a band aid on the cut. I couldn't look him in the eyes.

"Why Emmie? Why do you do this to yourself?" he asked quietly. "Because I can't take it anymore. I'm a bother to you. I'm just a waste of space. I took away a room in your house just because I got beat by my dad. I can't handle that. I would owe you and your parents for the rest of my life." I whispered, crying.

"You AREN'T a waste of space Emmie. You are my girlfriend and I love you. I couldn't have thought of anything better to use that room for. My parents agreed. We weren't going to use that room for anything. I love you so much so don't talk about my girlfriend like that." he said seriously.

I buried my face in his chest and just cried. "We are going to get through this. I promise." he whispered to me. I nodded and felt him pick me up and carry me somewhere. Soon he was sitting down and I looked up and we were in his room. I clung to him and buried my face in his neck.

I didn't want him to leave me. "I won't leave you. I promise." he whispered. I nodded and still clung to him. I couldn't not cling to him. It was just an instinct.

"Are you hungry Emmie?" he asked softly. I shook my head no and heard him sigh. "You need to eat something. Get something in that tiny stomach of yours." I shook my head no. I couldn't eat.

"Yes. You need to eat or you'll get very sick." he debated against me. "I'm sorry I don't want to get sick every time I eat. I'm sorry I don't want to be bent over a toilet dumping all the contents of my previous meal into the toilet. I'm sorry I don't want to waste food that will be later thrown up instead of a person who would have been able to eat that food. I'm sorry I don't want to be a waste!" I yelled getting out of his arms and running out of the room and soon out of the house. I don't know where I ran, but I kept running until I couldn't run anymore.

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A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. But now I have a not crappy laptop that I love to get on now. A lot has just been going on in my life so I'm sorry. Love you all!