Chapter 8

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Emma's POV

I tiptoed into my house and found "Mom" sitting on a chair staring at me. "OH CRAP!" I thought.

"Where were you?!?" She demanded for an answer.

I kept on thinking should I lie or tell the truth. Lie? Truth? Lie? Truth? I'm going to go with truth. Lying wouldn't help at all and I have to gain "Moms" trust.

"I was at the party and I slept with a guy." I said very disappointed in my self.

"You know why I adopted you!" She yelled.

"Why?" I asked in a sad tone.

"Because I thought, oh this girl seems like the perfect person to spend my time with and let her do stuff by herself to make her feel at home and love me and we can do all different kinds stuff together. But I can't trust you anymore Emma." She said.

"IT WAS ONE MISTAKE WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE A BIG DEAL!!" I argued.

"WELL MAYBE I WANT TO TRUST MY OWN FOSTER KID AND SHOW HER WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE AN ADULT IN LIFE AND GET YOU PREPARED BUT THAT WONT HAPPEN ANY TIME SOON!!! I GUESS YOU CANT HANDLE IT BECAUSE YOU MADE A MISTAKE AND SHOULD SAY SORRY BUT IT JUST HAS TO BE YOUR WAY SINCE IM THE BAD PERSON IN THIS CASE, EVEN THOUGH I GAVE YOU ONE RULE BUT YOU JUST CANT HANDLE IT!!!!" She screamed.

"OK IM SORRY, ARE YOU HAPPY?!?" I yelled then stormed off to my room. I cut again. On my wrist but I cut deep, very deep. I was bawling my eyes out and kept jabbing the knife in my wrist thinking "Why do you have to be so stupid Emma just die!!!!" Every thing was spinning and turning black just like last time I cut and before I knew it, everything was black.

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