What Do You Want From Me?

Chapter 1

Emma's POV

Currently, I'm begin enrolled as a sophomore in a new high school. And from what I can tell, the teachers hate me already. And I did absolutely nothing. It's not only the teachers, but I can also feel the students glaring at me too. This has been going on for the past six years of my life.

Eight Years Ago

Knock knock

When I hear the sound I rush to the door immediately before my father can hear it. When I open the door I see my school teacher standing outside the door with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Emma." Ms. Heather say.

"Hi, Ms. Heather." I respond to her.

"Can I speak with your father?" she asks.

I nod and ask her to stay while I go and call him.

"Daddy," I say while running in front of him. "Ms. Hea-"

"You little piece of shit, what the hell did I tell you about me seeing your face in my sight?" my father yells after slapping me hard across my face. He then begins to drag me to the place I hate the most.

"But daddy, my teacher is here to see you." I screamed with tears running down my face.

"So now you wanna cause trouble in school, huh? What the fuck did I do to deserve this? he yells with spit coming out of his mouth.

To my relief, he turns around to answer the door and drags me with him.

"Good evening, Ms..." I dad pauses trying to remember her name.

"Ms. Heather!" she finishes for him.

"Well, Ms. Heather, what did my good for nothing daughter do this time?" my dad asks her with a fake smile plastered on his face.

"Oh no, that's not why I'm here. Your daughter's actually been doing very well in school. Some folks from the school board acknowledged this and wanted to enroll her in a specialized school for students of her talent." Ms. Heather answered with a smile while handing him a letter.

Slowly my dad's smile turned into pure hatred which he took out on my hand, squeezing it as hard as possible. "I don't think she deserves it, so please leave." he said with no remorse at all.

"But sir this would be a great opportunity for her." Ms. Heather pushed trying to persuade him.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HOUSE." he screams at the top of his lungs then slams the door shut.

Then he looked down at me, "Now you're going to stay in that closet until I feel like opening the door." he said with the most rage I've ever seen in his eyes.

As we got closer I started to beg and plead for him not to leave me in there, but he just wouldn't listen. I was now locked inside. It was cold, dark, and scary. Only God knows how long I would be in here.

...

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you do such a thing I" I heard a familiar voice in the distance say.

"I did what the hell I felt like doing. After all, she's the one that killed Jennifer, that little fuck." That sounded like my father. You know that really hurt.

"Locking her in a closet for four days without food or water ain't gonna fix that Ethan. Instead of doing this you could actually use this program you received for your advantage" the familiar voice exclaimed.