The Harding family. To most people it was just a normal family, but they don't know the inside. Their mother is a drug addict. Their father is in jail for murder. There are 4 brothers and two sisters. Does that sound like a normal family? Follow Em...
The next morning I woke up before Ethan came into my room. I slowly got out of bed and showered and put on my clothes.
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Then I went into the bathroom and blow dried my hair before styling it.
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"Emma where are you?" I heard Ethan frantically ask.
"I'm right here." I answered walking out of the bathroom. He ran towards me and enveloped me in a hug.
"I thought that you ran away or something. Wait a second. You're already up? Are you feeling okay?" He put his hand on my forehead and I hit it off.
"I feel just fine okay. Can't I just wake up on my own?" I commented. Before he could say anything I pushed past him and went into the office. I sat down in front of my computer.
I didn't have very many friends so it surprised me when a message appeared.
Unknown: You're a little freak. You're fat and ugly and your family can only stand to be around you for so long. You should just kill yourself. Nobody would care.
I took a deep breath and logged out of Facebook. I didn't even know that tears were streaming down my face until one of them landed on my hand. I wiped them away and went downstairs hoping that nobody would notice the tear marks.
"Get something for breakfast darling." Blake said from the stove.
"I'm not hungry." I mumbled.
"I didn't ask if you were hungry. I told you to get something for breakfast." He said turning around to look at me.
"And I told you that I'm not hungry." I yelled standing up.
"Sit back down and get something to eat." He ordered.
"No."
"What did you just say to me?"
"N-o. No."
"Sit your butt down and get something to eat before I call Ethan down here."
"Go right ahead. He wouldn't care anyway."
"What are you talking about? Of course he would care." He asked confused.
"Would he really? I mean you don't even care. Tell everyone that I'm walking to school." Before he could say anything I walked out the door. I didn't even feel bad for yelling at Blake. He didn't care about me so why should I care about him.
