Good Girls Love Bad Boys

Chapter Thirty - Seven

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--{{EMILY}}--

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Walking down the road to the shops i kept trying to cover bruises with the little clothing I was wearing. 

The night had been rough. My dad saw Jason kiss me and threw a fit. After hitting me a few times he said - "I'm sick of you whoring around like a prostitute, your out of my house"-  and slammed me into a table that knocked me out completely. When I woke up I was on the front lawn, I grabbed my bag and my wooly jumper and ran. I bought a coffee at starbucks and slouched in my seat, that was in the corner out of view of anyone who didn't try and look. 

"Emily?" A horrified voice said behind me. I turned to see Jason, jaw dropped. He rushed towards me. "Oh my god, are you okay?" he asked. I just nodded. I forgot about being mad at him. I forgot about his kiss with Luella. I fell into his hug, tears soaking his shirt. "I'm so sorry i wasn't there"

"It was him, he did it" I cried. 

"Your father?" I could hear the hatred in his voice. I noded. And slowly he pulled away to look at me, keeping his hands on my shoulders. 

"Did he hurt you? Did he...touch you?" He asked cautiously. 

"No" I shook my head. "He did kick me out, I think literally" 

"What?"

"I woke up on the front lawn"

"You can move in with me?" He asked. 

"That sounds amazing" I smiled as he leant down and kissed me softly. 

We left starbucks together. 

Hand in hand. 

My heart pounding. 

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--{{CYGNET}}--

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"Matt I don't want to"

"Oh come on, it's just a ferris wheel" He pleaded, obviously on the verge of laughing. He came to my house to hang out. Thats all.

"Matt I have to study, you can go to Luna Park by yourself" I told him. He shrugged.

"Okay" he said lying on his stomach. "What subject?"

"Math" I replied putting my laptop in front of us. Laying down next to him I opened up a document on my computer.

"So what are you doing this saturday?"

I tensed. 

"I don't know" I lied. I'd probably be in bed watching sad movies, eating ice cream, and crying about lost loves. "Why do you ask?" I asked, not wanting the obvious answer. 

"I wanted to ask you out-"

"Mathew..."

"Look cygnet I know we broke up a year ago-"

"but-"

"No, i know we broke up and you've been really distant the past year. I just thought we could give us another try"

"Matt, I'm sorry but we can't" I whispered. 

"WHY NOT? I'm so confused as to why you don't want to try us again? So tell me, why? " I refused to look at him. He kept trying to make eye contact with me. "Well? Why? Cygnet! Tell me-?"