Save me. (Luke Hemmings fanfic)

Chapter 1.

Emma Drew. I was a normal seventeen year old girl. Excellent student, always happy. Also really pretty they said, I had long blond hair, blue eyes and long dark eyelashes. But as everyone I had my own problem. Most peoples problems my age are mainly dating. However my main problem was my step father. Seven years ago, when I was only ten, my father has died. My mom was depressed and upset. Two years later she met Oskar. He made her happy, she was a completely different person. They've been in a relationship for two years when they got married. Oskar was like a real father to me. He was so kind and caring. Till a year after their marriage. He got bored of everyday life, he and my mom started arguing more and more everyday. Till the day he first hit her. My mom tried to ignore it first but then it happened again, and again, and again. Then one day she got sick of it, she went for a ride, she wanted to run away for a while. I was at a summer camp then so I didn't know anything about what happened. Only when I got back home, I got told that my mother crashed into a tree and died within few seconds before any help got to her. Oskar was the only one who could take care of me. He has changed a lot since her death, he started drinking, even though they argued a lot he still loved her. He blamed himself for her death, it was kind of true though. After her death he also started working a lot more, I had to take care of the house and everything else, My sister, Kendra, hated Oskar so she moved away to Scotland. She didn't want to be anywhere around him.

"From no on you will take over all of your mothers jobs!" Said Oskar roughly. "Urm, yes sure Oskar." I said. I was only sixteen at that time. "You don't call me Oskar! I'm your father now! Your only parent!" He shouted grabbing my arm. "Sorry, Os, urmm I mean father." I said scared. I was scared that he will treat me like he treated my mother. And soon my predictions came true, he started abusing me. He hasn't even noticed all the scars I had. No one has. I hid them well under many bracelets.