Emma's POV
I felt like I was floating in the air. What in the world- oh my god! Did I die? Did he kill me? I knew it was bad to stay! Jesus. Am I in heaven? Do you think you can be in heaven? You're probably in hell. My brain retorted. That's true.
I tried to open my eyes and after a number of attempts, I finally opened them to see Noah's face. I couldn't help myself and I have no idea what got into me that I screamed. Weird, I know.
Oomph. I fell to the floor with a thud. So, he was carrying me. Ouch, my ass hurts. I glared at him, fury written all over my face and he looked at me and said, "Are you fucking crazy? Why did you scream?"
"I got scared." I retorted. "Why did you drop me?!"
"I got startled!" he grunted.
I looked around to see I was still in his house. And then I screeched remembering last night's events, " Are YOU crazy?! You have an injured arm!! You dipshit! It could have seriously hurt you! Oh god! Do you really want to die?! Dumbo." I ranted as he scowled at me.
"Shut up." He snarled. I flinched and continued glaring. Wait, was he taking me somewhere to kill me?
"Where were you taking me?" I asked in a rude manner.
"To my room?" my eyes widened as I coughed and he shot me a weird look.
"Why?!" thank god I woke up.
He looked at me dead in the eye and muttered, annoyed, "I was taking you to my room so that you could sleep rather comfortably and not because I wanted to take advantage of you or kill you." Oh. He he. I smiled inwardly; maybe he wasn't that bad of a person. Maybe I could give him a chance? Nah, I'll pass. Think about it. He technically murdered grams!
I stood up and brushed the dust off my shorts. That's when I realized I was still in my tank top and my shirt was bloody. If I went out like that, people would think I murdered someone.
You tried shooting someone though, my subconscious rebuked. This, ugh!
I peeked around and then stared at Noah who was looking at the kitchen for some reason, creep.
"Umm... would you mind lending me a jacket or a shirt, I don't feel comfortable in this and if I wore my shirt, people will think I killed someone." I felt ashamed asking him like this, I've been nothing but rude to him, but I needed one!
He looked amused and studied me for a while as I nervously played with my fingers, looking anywhere but his eyes. "You technically tried to shoot someone, twice."
"Well, I didn't kill that son of a bitch." You wanted to.
He smirked, "Wait, I'll be back." This guy is just weird, well not weird, creepy maybe? Why is he even helping me? I threatened him so many times? I was nothing but a bitch to him.
He disappeared into the hallway and I waited, glancing around. In no time, he came out of some room and handed me a black hoody. Quickly, I put it on and forced out a small thank you.
With that, I rushed out of his house, back to my own which took me long but somehow I enjoyed being in his hoodie. What on earth is happening to me?! He is a killer! Stop. Am I? Oh hell no!
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The Revenge
Teen FictionEmma had always tried to live life to the fullest. Slowly, she is losing herself. After her grandparents death, Emma knew it was the end. She wanted revenge for everything. She lost her family and now she has nothing to lose. Noah, a criminal, a ba...