Saving Emma: The Devils Game. Book 8

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Flashback: 2009

"I, want, too, die." I banged my head off the table repeatedly.

"Andrew! Please!" The social services lady pleaded.

"I'm not going with them! I can survive on my own thank you very much!" I stood up abruptly.

"Andrew, It's either that or an orphanage." the man said.

I paced up and down. "Why don't you believe me? It's for my safety, right? that's what you're all about, hm?"

"Yes. But we see no reason why we shouldn't let you go with them. We've investigated thoroughly."

I laughed and knocked my head back.

"They're f*cking bipolar!..."

"Language!"

"But they are! They're deceiving you! Does this..."

I lifted up my t-shirt from the side and showed them my scar.

"...Look normal? like some great parents would do that? " I glared as I harshly put my shirt down.

They sat and watched me intensely.

I sighed and sat down. "Please. I can't do it. I will run out of those doors if you force me to do anything. would I seriously act like this if nothing was wrong?"

They raised a brow and I raised mine to challenge theirs.

"We'll give you more time Andrew, while we investigate further, okay?"

"Thank you..." I sighed relief.

Present

No

NO

NO!

"What the f*ck are you doing here? No, wait wait, How the f*ck did you find me?" I said too...

Robert Kingston.

"With difficulty, I can assure you." He smirked.

"You... you need to go. Now." I said.

"Son, I haven't..."

"Don't call me son."

"I haven't seen you in 12 years.. please..."

"Drew? who is it..." Emma came and stood behind me, her hand on my shoulder.

"You going to introduce us?" he said.

I glared at him, not removing my eyes from his.

"Emma, this is Robert Kingston," I said.

"Robert, Emma." I nodded to her, reaching to find her other hand and holding it tightly.

I'm man enough to admit that I'm somewhat scared.