Her Savior

Emmaline Jones is a thirteen year old girl who has a troubled past. Ever since she was a young girl she had been abused my her parents and her sister, the only one she had, was her older brother Aaron. They ranaway to their god parents housein Chattanooga Tennesse when she turned eleven. Noel and Claire despised Jordon and Christian Jones. But, they agreed to be the godparents for just a situation like this. Even after two years, Emma being fifteen, was having no luck at her new school. She was being called a slut and a whore. The only people she had left were her Uncle Noel, Aunt Claire, and her brother Aaron. Eventually it becomes too much for her and she goes to a small pond. She grabs her pocket knife and flicks it open. "I can't take it any more." I whisper. "I can't do this." I flick open my pocket knife and press the cool blade against my skin. I slowly slide it across. I do this again, and again, then, "stop!" The next thing I knew the knife was being yanked out of my hand. A boy grabbed my wrists gently but firmly. "Are you ok?" He asks, doing his best to stop the bleeding. I shook my head. I was anything but ok. He looks down at me his eyes not prying, but comforting. "N-no. I- I'm definately n-not o-o-ok." I sniffle. He softly places his hand against my cheek. "What happened." I sighed. I had no clue what I was about to do. "Do you really want to know?" He nodded. I took a deep breath and launched into the story. "When I was about six, my mom starting abusing me, and so did my dad and my sister Jemima. The only one there for me was my older brother Aaron. About four years ago we came here to live with our godparents from Washington DC with nothing but the clothes on our backs." I said. I look over at the boy who remained in silent. He was staring at his hands but I could tell by the muscle flexing in his jaw, he was pissed off. I shook my head, "I don't know why I'm even telling you this. Your a stranger I just met." I say standing up.