For You | bws

chapter thirteen

Madison

I couldn't get to sleep at all, tossing and turning all night (NO SLEEP, COS I FEEEEL LIKE IM ALWAYS DREAMING) . I wasn't even tired, which was weird because earlier I was asleep within five minutes. I decide rather than wasting time I'd go out for a morning run - I've never gone on a morning run before, but I might as well kill some time.

It's only 7:30am, I have three to four hours before my mum comes over to talk. I hope they're all okay, I get really suspicious when they're quiet, it's not like them. They're normally happy and constantly asking when Brad and I will get married and start a family - which makes me happy to think that they really want us to start a family. However, they never talk about things like that anymore, if they do it's not very often. I'm starting to think something is up with Emilia, ever since she has stayed there my parents have been acting like this.

I forget my thoughts and everything negative and tie my messy hair up into a ponytail and tightening it to make it stay in place. I take a glance in the mirror of my body and my running clothes, the small bags under my eyes, I run my fingers over them and sigh - I'm not even tired, why can't I sleep? Before I leave, I look over to Brad who is sleeping peacefully in bed, his curly, messy hair looked longer, his arms draped over each other and his eyes shut gently. I placed a small, gentle kiss on his forehead before leaving quietly.

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I take in sharp breaths as I jog through the foggy streets of London. The cool air fanning my face as I pace down the pathway, my earphones playing music at a medium volume. The song Up in the Air by Thirty Seconds to Mars comes on, making a small smile creep on my face as I jog to the beat of the music.

Emilia

What have I done? Why did I drag such innocent people into this hell-like life? I'm such a fool, I shouldn't have gone to them for help, I should have told someone who could actually do something - like the police - but that's too late now.

I gasped when I heard the sound of a baby crying. Lena. I frantically looked around the small, dark room that I was pushed into, I place my hands on the wall desperately trying to find a way out.

The door of this dark room opened, a beam of light shone through the doorway and on to me. I squint my eyes as my they had been used to the dark for so long, the sound of Lena's cries getting louder. A figure arrived in the doorway, my breathing hitched as I scurried into the corner, holding my knees to my chest, the hot tears streaming down my face.

"Don't you dare touch her." I spat, looking up at him through the strands of my greasy hair.

"Oh Emilia..has someone forgotten who the daddy is?" He replied in a mocking tone. I shake my head and bury my face in my arms. He stomped towards me with heavy footsteps, his face full of anger. I whimper, silently begging him to let me go, Lena's cries still echoed through the hallway. My arm was grabbed harshly as he pulled me off the floor and on to my feet. My legs felt like jelly as I stood up in fear of what he would do next.

As he dragged me to the doorway, I started to panic. What did he do to Lena? Why is she crying? I am full of mixed emotions, anger, sadness, depression, emptiness and isolation. I am terrified to say anything at the moment, only because of Lena and what might happen if I try anything. We arrived outside of a room, but he suddenly stopped, my arm still in his grasp.

"You are going to do whatever I ask you to do..you got that pretty?" He said forcefully into my ear. I nod without hesitation and whimper at the tightness of his hands on me.

"Good..y'aint just a pretty face are ya?" He said with a sinister laugh. I let out a huge sigh and let even more tears fall, Lena was still crying and goodness knows why. He grips my arm even tighter, making a small whine escape my mouth.

"Shut it!" He shouts at me, my whole body flinched at his reaction. He continued to lead me to another room, the cries of Lena getting louder as we near a eerie looking room.

I held my head low, trying to avoid anything and everything at all costs, but Daniel wasn't having any of it. Daniel pushed me into the room where Lena was lying, her small, fragile body lying in a white, dusty crib.

"Let's be a nice, happy family." Daniel said with an awfully cocky smile.

"You said you wanted nothing to do with us." I said shakily, meaning Lena and I.

"People change their minds, darlin'!" He said raising his arms in the air and laughing coldly. I decided to stay silent, keeping an eye on him.

"She looks just like you.." Daniel said in a hushed tone. Lena is still crying, her small limbs wriggling about as she sobs in the crib. Daniel reached his hand out to touch her cheek, but before he could touch her, I stopped him.

"Don't..touch her." I said bitterly.

"She ain't just your's, Em." He snarled.

"You told me to leave. You told me you never wanted to see me or the baby ever again.." I said as my whole body shook. Hot tears steamed down my face as I held my hands together.

"Why don't we be a happy family - like you always wanted?" Daniel said with a small, sick grin.

"How can we be happy with you?!" I scoffed.

"You love me, Em. You said it yourself. You still do, don't you?" I stayed silent, hoping he would stop.

"Do you love our daughter, Em?" He said as he stepped towards me. He placed a hand on my shoulder, making me flinch. I took a shaky breath and swallowed the anxiety that was creeping up my throat and spoke quietly.

"Yes." I said, my whole body still shaking.

"Good girl." His hands crept down my shoulders and stopped on my waist, I shivered at his touch, his harsh words, just looking at him is so intimidating.

"Let's be the..happy family you always wanted."

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I know this is very dramatic and full-on but the story about Emilia and her past will start to unfold shortly.