This Wrecked Rainbow

Chapter 6

I wake up to see Tyler walking out of the bathroom, pajamas still on.

"Hey your awake!" He nearly yells.

I groan. "Too. Loud." I whine rolling over on my other side.

"Sorry." he whispers sarcastically, "Get up. I made breakfast." he tells me slightly louder.

I don't respond. He then starts jumping on the bed, screaming, "Wakey Wakey, I made some eggs and bakey!!"

I sit up and silently hobble over to the kitchen. I ate in peace. My eyes were dry. Damn it! I forgot to take my contacts out last night! I was probably distracted after having sex with Tyler.

Emily. I want to see Emily. "Hey Ty?" I whine.

"Yep?" he replies.

"Take me home, please?" I plead.

"Aww why?"

"I really want to see my dad." I lie.

"Yeah sure." We get dressed then head to the car and he starts driving. The whole time I texted Emily, telling her to walk to my house so Tyler didn't see her car, I told her to go to my room. She has a spare key and always will. I don't want Tyler to think I want to hang out with someone else. He is really sensitive. I don't want to hurt him. Emily totally understands.

We pull into my driveway. Tyler gives me a goodbye kiss. I get out of the car and head straight to my room. I walk in to see Emily lying on my bed reading my, 'Glamour' magazine.

She looks up at me and squeals, "Amber! You're here!" Emily stands up, giving me a great hug. She breaks the hug. So great, I never want to let go of her, I want to stay there forever. Smell her perfect natural scent, bury my face into her long, blonde, gorgeous h-

"Amber?" my thoughts were cut off by Emily waving her hand back in forth in front of my face.

"Oh um..sorry. I just was thinking about....Tyler." I lie. I hate lying to her but she said the kiss was nothing...nothing but a little kiss. It didn't mean any-

"Ooh!" Emily says, "what was the surprise?"

"I..I had..we had.."

"SEX!!??"

"Em! My dad is home...voice level please."

"Oh," she giggles. I love her laugh. "Sorry..."

"It's okay." I say.

She half smiles.

"So, want to talk about hot celebs?!" I question.

"Not really.." she goes and sits criss cross on bed. I join her and face her. She keeps licking her lips and blinking fast. Something is wrong.

"What's wrong?" I ask, "were your parents..."

She nods looking down at her feet talking softly, "My dad...he..he.."

"Spit it out Em," I place my hand on her shoulder, "it's okay, keep going."

She was holding back tears I could tell. "He hit my mom.."

"Again?" I ask. She nods.

"But..it wasn't the same this time.." she was biting her lip.

"What was different?"

"He..he did this..." she pulled up her shirt slightly. There was a huge swollen bruise right on her stomach.

"He hit you?!" I almost shouted. I looked at her face which was still looking down at her feet. A single tear streamed down her cheek. After all her dad has down...I have not seen her shed a tear ever since she fell of the porch and had to get stitches...she was 5. Her dad must have really done it this time.

"And..he gave me this.." she moved her hair out of the left side of her face. Her cheek was swollen and red.

"He punched you?! What the fuck!" I was so pissed.

"No, he hit me with..a..a pipe." she started bawling. I pulled her in for a hug. Her face buried in my chest, her tears making my pink shirt darker.

"Emily. You can't keep taking this from him."

"I love him though."

"No Emily, you love who he used to be...we need to get real help. For yours, your little brother, and your mom."

She sat up. "No. Then he'll be gone. In jail. Out of my life."

"Emily...you have to. You guys still can visit him. He just needs to get in line for a couple years...in jail. Its for the best. I promise."

She sighed. "I...okay."

"C'mon let's go get my dad."

She agrees, nodding. She walks close behind me, "you do the talking...please.." She sniffles, tears still falling from her eyes.

I wipe her tears, "okay." We start walking to the living room where my dad was.

"Hey girls!" he gets up smiling. His smile fades once he saw our expression. "What happend?"

"We have to tell something important." I say.

"Yes?" he replies.

"Emily...Emily's family have been..abused for the past 5 years..."

"What? By who?!"

"By her..dad."

"W-"

I cut him off. "Her father has been abusing her and her family for years...she has proof." I look at Emily. She nods reassuringly. She steps forward.

"Emily," my dad starts, "show me."

Emily nods. She lifts up her shirt to just show her bruise. My dad's eyes widened. "My dad did this to.me with a pipe too..." Emily slowly moves her hair.

"I'm calling the police. You won't be abused anymore, I'm your father figure now. You will be safe. If any of your family needs me. I'm here." my dad hugs Emily tightly, "I promise."