Synthetic Love

Secrets Exposed

Chapter Five

Emily's Point Of View

"What the fuck are you doing with this?!" Chris yelled at me and slammed my razor blade onto the table. I heard a few inhales if breath and they all turned to look at me, a questioning look in their eyes.

I stared at all of them, I looked up to everyone if them, and I had let them down. I felt the tears coming before my vision got blury. I fell to the ground and let the tears completley take over.

I had been in the ground for almost a minute when I heard the shuffling of feet. Then I felt a warm arm wrap around me and lift me so I sat on his lap, pressed against his chest, my tears covering his shirt. After another few moments of being in his arms Chris spoke up.

"Ricky," he started, "what the fuck are you doing with my sister?"

I looked up then, and saw Ricky's jaw, slowly he looked down at me and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back, and then I hid my blushing cheeks in his shirt and he chuckled.

"I was trying to comfort her since you lump of logs weren't doing anything" Ricky said casually, "and now that she is comforted we can talk about this in a rational manner, without yelling at her." He put emphasis on the without.

I stood up and walked over to the couches and sat on one. Chris came over and sat down next to me, putting his arm casually around my shoulders.

"Why em?" He asked, sounding like he was about to cry. I looked up at my big brother, his eyes brimming with tears, while my own vision got blury. I let the tears flow and explained my story.

"Because I didn't want to be beaten anymore" I sobbed.

"By who? Those stupid kids at 7-11? Em you could take them I know you could" Chris said watching me intently. I shook my head at him and looked him in the eyes.

"Then who?" I heard someone, I think Ryan, ask me.

"My.. " I started but a sob choked me up. Ricky got up and walked over to me and put his hand on my lower back, rubbing it trying to calm me down.

"My... our dad" I finally got out and looked up at Chris. He was still and pale white. All the boys were looking at either me or Chris now, me with sympathy, Chris with kindness. They all knew how much he loved my dad.

"He.. He beat you?" Chris stuttered out. I just shook my head yes. When he still looked shocked I sat up on the couch with my back facing him, and lifted up my shirt. The room filled with gasps as I showed them the scars from my fathers belt.

"There are bruises too," I started, turning to look at Chris. "And some other marks on me, once you left it seemed like he gave up. And I turned into his personal punching bag... After a year of it I, I just didn't want to be alive. So I started cutting. I was always too weak to die though..I started getting worse after people in school started to bully me. I don't know why it started, just once I get into freshman year I was getting attacked from almost everyone. I've been dealing, too weak to actualy kill myself for 3 years now"

When I finished I looked up at Chris. He had tears in his eyes and some got lose and traveled down his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a huge hug.

"I'm sorry em.. I shouldn't have left you alone" Chris said in between sobs. The boys were watching intently wondering if they should leave or stay. They decided on leaving when Ricky stood up and said he was going to get a smoke and then they all followed in suit.