"Emily! Get your ass over here!"
Shit. Shit shit shit. My dad is in one of those moods again. Ever since the accident, he's had severe mood swings. Scary ones, at that.
"Yes dad?" I yell back causiously. I start walking towards the kitchen where I suppose he is. He's probably drinking his own body weight in tequila, liquor, and beer, as usual.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He's slurring his words as he walks over and grabs my black hair, pulling me towards him. I wince at the pain, but don't try fighting back. Last time I did that, it didn't end well. He glares at me with his deep sky blue eyes. I glare back with my matching eyes.
"Dad, please let me go." I ask innocently, "I was just heading over to Haley's house to study for the big algebra test we have tomorrow." He lets me go and continues staring at me while taking a swig out of his 5th bottle of beer. I only have 3 friends, Haley, Kayla, and Mindy, but we are all really close.
"Fine! Get the hell out then!" And with that I dash for the front door and hop into my car. I bought the blue 2005 Buick with the money I earned from working at Denny's. I only have two hours to study with Haley now because I have to work at 6:00. I speed down the road to Haley's house. She only lives about 8 minutes away by car, but I make it there in five. I needed to get away from that hell hole as fast as possible.
I rapidly knock on her door and her mom answers. "Emily, sweety! So good to see you! Come in! Haley is just up in her room. You can go ahead."
"Thank you, Jaden." I reply while dashing up there mansion stare case. Their house is huge, with 7 bedrooms, 4 on the second floor, and 3 on the very top. 5 bathrooms, three of which are in her parents, her brother Jake's, and her own room.
I don't even bother knocking on her door. We've known each other for 7 years, so she's like a sister.
"Hey." I say to her as I walk in, put my bag down, and remove my sweat shirt. Her jaw immediatly drops to the floor when she gets a look at my arms. Shit. I forgot about that.
"Emily Claire Johnson! You promised you would stop!" She yells at me. I quickly slip my sweat shirt back on, but she just rolls up the sleeves making me wince. The slices on my arms are fresh. I just did it this morning, and I regret it. But it helps take my mind off the pain of life.
"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know what else to do, I-" She cut me off.
"Let me guess. Your dad was at it again." It was more like a statement than a question. I nodded.
"I'm telling you, you should stay with me."
I shook my head, "No, my dad would just come over here and drag me back, and I would get the beating of a lifetime. It's worse than being bullied by Amelia Strong."
Amelia Strong and my dad are the cause of my self harm. They would be best friends, they hate me, and love to torture me.
"Ok, you know what? Let's not talk about that. We need to study." And with that, we sat on her bed and studied for one and a half hours staright.
That's when my phone went off. It was my timer for my shift at work. I slid the unlock button on my blue iPhone, with a Supernatural case, 'cause, why not? It had the Impala with Castiel on the top of the car with his wings out and Sam and Dean outside the Impala, guns ready. Haley adored the case. We are both HUGE Destiel shippers.
"Shit, I've gotta go. See you tomorrow at school." She smile and nodded and I was off. She's a nerd so she was caught up in reading through the algebra book for a third time. Yes, a third time. I've read it once.
I already had my uniform on so I just went straight right to work.
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After my 3 hour shift I was headed out. Any normal night I would've been fine, but tonight I had to park two blocks away, in an alley I might add. I causiously and slowly started walking through the alley. I started hearing someone walking behind me. I turn around and no one is there.
I begin walking faster, which causes my breathing to become heavier. Suddenly, someone pounces on me and pushes me against the brick wall.
"Aren't you a pretty one?" The man says in a raspy voice. His breath smells of tobacco and beer. I try to fight him off but he just holds me there. Then, he grabs my wrists and hold them above my head against the wall. The pressure from his hands and the force of my wrists hitting the wall causes me to scream out in pain.
"Please, let me go!" I begin screaming.
"Not 'till after I'm done with you. Trust me, you'll feel much better once we're done." I cringe at the thought.
He continues to hold my wrists with one hand, and gropes my breasts with the other.
"STOP!!!" I begin to scream at the top of my lungs. Suddenly, a man in a black leather jackets come up behind him and grabs the man by the back of his head. He rips him off my and throws him to the ground and begins kicking the living daylights out of him. I notice the boy as James Lockland, the "Bad Boy" of the school. Every girl drools over him.
He begins screaming at the pervert, "You sick bastard! Keep your hands off her you pervert!"
As he does this, I slide down the wall, curl up into a ball with my knees tucked to my chest, and cry. I cry and cry and he finally walks over to me.
"Are you alright?" He asks with a concerned tone in his voice. I nod. "But your wrist is bleeding." Shit, I knew that might happen.
"He just scratched me. Just, please walk me to my car and I'll head home and clean it out." He nods and I try getting up, but my knees are shaky. He grabs hold of me and helps me walk the two blocks to my car. As we walk I stare at him. He has brown messy hair, blue eyes, and quite the jaw line. Damn that jaw line is hot. I see why girls are in awe over him.
When we get to my car, he helps me in, but it won't start. "Damn you, you stupid peice of shit! I don't need this right now! If I'm late home dad will kill me!"
James hears me yelling and turns around. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah. It's just this stupid peice of shit won't start." I reply with anger in my voice. Why? Why did this have to happen now?
"You want a lift? I'll call to get your car towed to a shop for you if you want." I nod and get out of the car. We begin walking in silence. I don't know what to say to him. He's the hottest boy in school and I don't want to screw up. I tend to do that a lot.
When we get to his car, he hands me a peice of paper with his number on it.
"This is for if you get into trouble again. Just call me before you call the cops. Promise?" He winks and them smirks at me.
"Promise." I reply smiling. We get into his black mustang and drive off.
"Where do you live?" He asks.
"213 Braydon Avenue." I say simply.
We drive in silence for the next 10 minutes and then we arrive at my house.
"Thanks for the ride."
"No problem."
Tha's when I turn for the porch, and there stands my dad. "Who the hell's this and where the hell have you been you little bitch?!" My dad says, well more like screams for the whole neighborhood to hear. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me into the house. I catch a glimpse of James in his car looking at me worridly. I just shake my head and continue to be puled into my house, bracing myself for whatever punishment he has planned this time.
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Hey guys! Thanks for reading my first chapter of "The Bad Boy Saved Me"! I really would appreciate if you left a comment and a vote! The photo connected to this chapter is of what Emily is supposed to look like. The next chapter will have James. See ya! And thanks again for reading the first chapter!
