Adopted by Emma Watson.

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After my little outburst I was scared about going 'home' in fact I could've just ran away. Maybe.. I don't know, but still I was scared. I didn't know what was gonna happen. OH FUCK I CAN'T RUN AWAY I FORGOT ABOUT EMILY. Why am I so dumb?

What if as payback Emma killed Emily? NOW I have to go home. I have to make sure Emily is alive, and that Emma is ok, of course.

I've never exactly been good at containing myself, something Mina liked about me because she was the same. I just thought what the man was doing was bullshit and then eye-fucking her like she was just a piece of meat, who does that?

Not to mention he's married, and has a son, and runs a school filled with girls. Gross. And I wasn't just going to let him do that, she was too what's the word- dare I say innocent I could've never imagined someone like her having a sex with someone. Not that I ever tried or anything..

On a serious note school was coming to a close, if I had the rate the day out of a three I'd give a three! Yup it's not like you got punched or anything Charlotte. It was brusing worse now, it was more noticeable which is probably why everyone was looking at me funny, or maybe I was an alien, couldn't be too sure.

My stomach hurt a lot more now too, but I was going to live. Emily might get upset mama got beat up but she'll survive. It's not like she has to walk around with a cut cheek and busted lip now is it?

And as that dreaded last bell rang I screeched- yes I really screamed in front of the whole class, I wasn't expecting it ok!- I walked out of the last class, and out of the school, and there was Emma's car just sitting there waiting. Like a predator waiting for its prey. It was a trap. But by all of the god that does apparently exist, there was a tap on my shoulder.

"I heard you punched Dylan," the voice was shy, and kind of warming in a way.

"Y-yeah."

"I wan-wanted to th-thank you," the boy must've been my age, he had black hair and a scrawny build- not that I was judging him or anything-

"Well his father might feel another way," I laughed.

"I'm Gram, he used to do that to this one kid, but, he um, committed suicide last year.." the boy spoke softly, I assume he was closer to the boy than he let on.

"Well I am sorry to hear that, my name is Charlotte, but you can call me Charlie," I smiled, must've been horrible.

"Well I must be going now, but thanks, see you around," he smiled, before walking away. Then a wave of realization hit me like a boulder, I still had to deal with Emma. I walked slowly, foot step to foot step, moving half an inch.

"Will you just get in the car," she asked, rolling her window down. I frantically got into the car, not daring to look over at her. I knew I must've embarrassed her, and for that I was sorry, but none of what I said, would I have taken back. The car ride home was painfully quiet and I was fearing that she was plotting my murder. She turned the car off but did not get out. "What happened?" she asked, softly.

"What do you mean?"

"Your cheek? What happened, you ran out of the office before I could ask," she clarified, I sighed.

"Some kid punched me after what happened at lunch."

"What? Are you okay?" she grabbed my face turning it to look at her, eyes full of concern, voice full of worry. Exactly what I wanted to avoid.

"Yes. I am fine," I said sternly, pulling away.

"Why won't you ever let me help you?" she asked, slamming her door shut following after me. "Just let me help Charlie."

"No offense, but as you can tell I am not very good at this, I can't be the kid you want, that's what happens when your parents are the way they are, they ruin a lot of things for you, and I am sorry I won't let you touch me, it's just my past it's not a good one," I let it all out in one breath. Oh no.

"What do you mean, Mina told me you've been there your whole life," she furrowed her brow, looking at me for confirmation which I mustn't have given because she proceeded asking questions, "What happened? You know I will listen to anything you have to say."

There was the dreaded question, I was generally a funny person, I never liked being serious. I was more of a 'ignore until it becomes a problem' type of person. I was never open about those feelings I felt. I would openly talk about my parents. But I would never talk about how it felt. Feelings were gross. But I guess I'd have to answer her soon wouldn't I?

"What happened was.."