Love Can't Die |M.C.|

chapter 14

*Emmie*

I dropped to the ground and buried my face in my hands. I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted to die. I hurt everyone who loved me, which isn't that many people, and I know they secretly wanted me to die.

I just couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I didn't exist anymore. The more I think about it, the only "friend" I had back in the US, she really wasn't my friend. She didn't treat me like a friend should. But the thought of someone actually wanting to be around me, blinded me and I just stayed "friends" with her.

I sobbed even harder just by the thought of everything that happened to me in my life. How me and mom and dad were so happy. Then I got out of school a tiny bit later than it was supposed to, and dad went nuts.

Turned out he had been drinking, but mom wouldn't let him in the house after he went to the bar. But when he started drinking more, he became more abusive and would hit my mom and force his way inside if she wouldn't let him in.

"Julie! You better get your lazy ass over here and let me in you faggot!" My dad yelled. I jumped out of my bed and ran to my mom's room. She grabbed me and pulled me in quickly and locked the door. Her room didn't have any windows so that was good.

"Go to the closet. Hide in there and stay quiet. Don't move. Don't do anything. Just stay there till I tell you to get out. Don't even get out for your dad." she told me, hands on my shoulders, and looking into my eyes. She didn't look scared but if I looked into her eyes, they told a different story.

"Go right now!" she whisper yelled. I scrambled away from her and ran to her closet and went in, shutting the door behind me. It was dark in there, and it was the kind of closet doors that had little slits in them. I could see out them, but I had to have my face right up close to the door.

"Julie!" I heard a faint yell. Then BAM. It had sounded like the front door had been broken down. I took a deep breath and heard foot steps on the stairs. Then banging on the door. I cringed and looked through the little slits in the door to see mom standing in the middle of the room, looking at the door.

The door flung open and dad came storming in and for the first time in my life, I saw him grab mom and punch her in the face. I gasped quietly and put my hand over my mouth. I couldn't stand it. I went backwards and hid in mom's clothes.

The rest of that night, I heard dad calling mom a slut, a bitch, a hoe, a whore, a faggot, and many more awful things. He beat her so bad that night, her left eye was swollen, she had a broken wrist, black eye, and her bottom lip was busted.

I didn't know what to do. I just felt so helpless. Then when I started 8th grade, everyone was making fun of me, calling me a slut, and telling me to kill myself. That first day, I went home after buying some blades at the store and cut myself for the first time.

I thought about all the times dad had raped me, beat me, beat mom, thought about the people who called me names, also beat me in school, about when I first met the boys. By the time I had met the boys, the name calling, beating, and rape didn't have an effect on me. But when Michael hurt me for the first time, it caused a new type of pain to show up in me.

I couldn't explain it, but I didn't like it. I just didn't like it. When I woke up in the hospital to see Michael by my side, that was the first time I was actually happy in a long time. But I just hurt someone I loved very much.

I can't do it. I need to jump off a cliff. Good thing I'm on a cliff right now. I stood up and went to the side of the cliff and looked down. There was a bunch of rocks, sharp ones to be specific.

I took a deep breath before taking a step closer to the edge. I was so close now that if I took another step, I would fall. I took another deep breath before closing my eyes and taking another step. I felt myself start to fall, but then someone grabbed me.

They pulled me back up and I opened my eyes and immediately saw the ground. The person had me over their shoulder. I tried to move but they wouldn't let me. I screamed and yelled "Rape!" They ,oved me so they could put a had over my mouth and growled, "Shut up. I don't want to get arrested."

I shut up and managed to turn my head to see who I thought it was. It was my big brother, Aiden. I clung to him and buried my face in his shoulder. He was the only one that was truly there for me the whole time except when he turned 18 and moved out. But he still called me, and would be there when I would call him in the middle of the night and cry.

He held me close and said "Now if you jumped off that cliff, you wouldn't have been able to see me again. Good thing I like looking at the stars." I smiled and hugged him tightly.

"I missed you so much." I whispered, about to cry. "I missed you more, but please don't cry." he said chuckling. "You know how I hate seeing you cry." I giggled and still clung to him. "Let's get you back home." he whispered and carried me to his truck.