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*Emilia's Pov*

The strong urge to pull me under was rising, I was alone.

In the dark corner of my room sat my father. He stood there, barley moving or breathing. He looked like a porcelain doll, those always scared me.

His burning into my soul, those big green eyes of his. There just like mine, dark hazel eyes. I use to the love the man in front of me.He stood out to be so well. He use to be the best father in the world, until that night.

I could still feel his hands everywhere. On my thigh, my neck, my wrist, my waist. It was like his hands were indebted into my skin. One of those branding things, that what i've always thought of it for the longest time. A 7 year old, his own fucking daughter.

He truly scared me. He was the source of my nightmare for years, for absolute years. As I got older they got worse but now, I've accepted it so naturally. He had that control over my mind. He became apart of me, he was indebted in my mind and he wasn't coming out. He was stuck there.

I've always hated my eyes ever since that night. His green eyes similar to mine watched with hungry eyes that night. Never leaving my body. They scar me, I hated so much throughout 6th grade I wore color contacts just to make my eyes not look like his.

Like I said, he had control over my mind. I was toxic.

"You know what E, i've always said you look beautiful in your dresses." The man from the corner says. My eyes dart to what I'm wearing, and sure enough, my pink dress hung down my body. All I did was scream.

and I couldn't stop.

"Screaming isn't going to save you E, it isn't going to help you. We're alone" He voice was so cold. It was like I wasn't even his daughter, I was another one of his toys.

He slowly sat up from his chair and made his way over towards me. The only light was coming from the rising sun, it was nearly pitch black out. The only light that I could seen him with was from a tiny window that sat on the side of my bed. The light that seemed to hit his face just right.

He looked like the father I once loved. He looked like the father I grew up with. It was like the world stopped when I seen his smug expression on his eyes, eyeing me up. Undressing me with his eyes. My screams stoped as I froze.

I was reliving it all over again.

-

"Hey. Hey hey, Em wake up." A voice fills my ears. concerns laced their voice.

My eyes shot open as I shot up. My eyes wide, my breathing slightly ragged but as soon as I realize he just was in my mind. I slowly laid back down. I've become almost numb to these. They don't surprise me anymore. He doesn't surprise me anymore.

"Emilia?" That voice comes back into play, Jaden's voice. I slowly turn my head to see him laying their propped up on his elbows. His eyes held concern but his voice held uncertainty.

"Yeah?" I ask, hoping he didn't hear or see anything. I'm hoping he just woke up from my siting up. The voice someone telling me to way you was just a dream. I'm telling myself it was a dream.

"Emilia, what's wrong?" He asked. I slowly shake my head before turning my back into him, pulling the covers back over my head. I didn't want to talk, I just wanted it to go away. I wanted my world to fade away. I wanted to be utterly alone.

He didn't like that answer because he turned me back and around and held me there, applying little force to the side of my arm, enough to make me jump.

He seems to notice and whips his arm up. "I'm not touching you, see".

I looked at him confused. All I did was jump?

"You didn't jump Emilia, you whimpered." He sadly says. "What's going on in that mind of yours?"

I shrug, not wanting to talk or bring it up. It wasn't important, I was over it and he should be too. I'm fine. I was always fine.

"Nothing" I try to say but it comes out hoarse and as a faint whisper. My voice was destroyed, I'm guess from crying.

"Can I touch you?" He ask. I roll my eyes and nod. I wasn't a baby. I didn't need pestering. His hand slowly rises and touch's my face, pulling a piece of fallen hair behind my ear but he instantly pulls his hands away after that, for reason I don't know why.

"Why are you whimpering"

"I'm not." I grunt in frustration, I doubt he could hear anything.

"Emilia ever time I touch you, you whimper."

I shrug, not bothered by anything he starts saying next. All I can think about is his hands all over me, my pink little dress throw over my desk chair in that room. I remember as soon as he left the room that night, I hugged my pillow so tight and just cried. I cried all day. I cried until my mom came home. She assumed I was upset about me having to do a chore or something, she didn't even bother to ask.

"Em, you're squeezing me" Jaden barley whispers. I look to my side and see me holding him just like I did the pillow, little pricks starting to pick at my eyes. I refused to cry. I've spent way to much time doing that.

I reduce my grip on him enough for him to breath okay but I never let him go. Right now, he was the only person who I have seen in a week. I wouldn't want him to be anyone else but this is my fight.

He right now just needed to be the pillow who I held on tightly too. When I was young, I was too afraid to let go of that pillow or weeks. It was the only thing he didn't put his grimy hands on. It was the only thing I had to hide me.

Right now, Jaden was that pillow.

a/n: BAHAHHAA I JUST REALIZE HOW MUCH I SUCKED AT WRITING THE BEGIN PARTS OF THIS OMG IM SO SORRY.

Also, here's a bit into Em's past. I hated writing this:/