The Girl Behind The Books #2

Chapter 7

-A/n: GUYSS okay so pretty important question, anyone want me to write like a one shot of the chapter in TGBTB where Jesse and Emma have that huge argument about him having BPD mashed up with the chapter where he blackmails Emma to be his girlfriend- BUT instead of how it normally went in the book, in the one shot, Emma is an insane psychopathic serial killer and gets her revenge ;) lemmeeee know if want me to, it'll be up on the first book soon

Emma's POV

"Get up, we're going out," Someone barked as I rubbed my eyes. "What?" I grumbled, trying to sit up.

"We're going to go out somewhere so get up and change," Charlotte said and walked out of my room.

I rubbed my eyes and stared at the wall for a couple seconds trying to process what I heard.

I'm leaving this house for the first time in like a week holy shit.

I put on grey sweatpants and a white shirt. I didn't have any shoes.. I looked under the coats and found a pair of flip-flops. I shrugged and put them on and walked out of 'my' room.

I went to the living room and sat there waiting for what seemed like forever. "Hey Emma," Ian waved as he walked in. "Hey, dude what time did you come back yesterday?" I asked, remembering going to sleep around 12 am before Ian got here.

"Like 3 fucking am, I'm really tired," He muttered, plopping down on the couch. "Damn poor you, hey wait what about like other gang members where do they stay at?" I asked as Ian shrugged. "At their own houses I guess, Charlotte is letting me stay here until I finish paying for my mom's medical stuff and get enough money to buy a new house," Ian informed me as I nodded.

Charlotte's capable of being nice??

"Wait what about Simon, he is always here," I asked once again. "He lives at his own house too, really close by actually but then he was assigned to stay here because of you so currently, he is sleeping, eating and everything here," Ian answered. "Oh alright," I said.

"What are you doing downstairs isn't Charlotte going to get mad?" Ian asked as I shook my head. "I don't know, she woke me up telling me to get up because we're going out somewhere," I informed him, still having no clue to where or why she was taking me.

"Oh, that's very.. unusual for boss, she wouldn't ever take her prisoners out for sure," Ian chuckled. "Yeah, that's exactly what I thought," I muttered. We heard footsteps as I turned to see if it was Charlotte. It was.

She looked fucking gorgeous. She had black skinny jeans, a loose dark green shirt with the front a little tucked into the jeans, then for shoes, she had velvet black heels. " I know I'm pretty, no need to stare now get the fuck up let's go," She said, walking ahead, towards the big ass front door.

I quickly rushed out following her out the door as the bright sun shined brightly down at me. I quickly shut up eyes from how bright it was. I've barely had sunlight for a week now. Charlotte got into her Matte black Audi R8- It was so fucking beautiful.

I awkwardly got into her car and pulled the seatbelt on, mesmerizing the interior of the car. "If you convince your dad to marry me, I'll buy you one," Charlotte said bluntly as I stared at her with my mouth wide open. She can't be serious. Even if she had been, no way in fucking hell is my dad marrying her.

I just sat silently as she started to drive to somewhere. "W-where are we going?" I asked so quietly I almost couldn't hear myself. Charlotte gave me a weird look then turned her attention back onto the road. She probably thinks I was talking to myself. "Were you talking to me?" She asked as I muttered a 'Yeah'.

"I asked about where we're going," I said louder. "We're going to get our nails done," She smiled as I knit my eyebrows. "What why?" I asked, confused as she shrugged. "Just wanted to spend time with my future stepdaughter," She said as my breath hitched.