Emily's POV -
I sucked in a breath, my vision blurry as I hurried around my room, throwing clothes into a bag. All I could think about was Jake with his gun, the terror he bought me and everyone else in that club...
I had locked my door to stop Tobias from getting in. There way no way I even wanted to look at him right now...
If I did, I'd probably slap him again.
"Asshole!" I yelled frantically, chucking my top into the bag before zipping it up. I glanced down at my clothes and grimaced at the sight of me, I was still wearing yesterday's outfit. My makeup was smudged and my hair was a rotten tangled mess.
I probably looked like a crazy psycho right now, yelling to myself.
I glanced around the room I had called mine for the past couple of months and a tear ran down my face as my eyes landed on the picture on my nightstand. It was laid down flat because I had meant to buy a frame for it as soon as I could but things kept getting in the way.
Jake was stood behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulders. He beamed brightly, his teeth shining in the sun. I mirrored his smile, my fingers intertwined with his. I was blowing a kiss at his face and I remembered the happiness I felt in that exact moment.
My hands reached for the photo and I traced over it before a loud sob escaped my chest. I ripped it in two angrily, the photo tearing straight down the middle. I yelled before chucking it onto the floor and sobbed loudly, my hand flying up to my mouth.
This was it, it was over.
Whoever said you couldn't feel your heart break was wrong, so wrong. My heart ached with every piece that was falling off and it was killing me slowly. I lay on the floor, tears falling freely down my face.
I didn't want to leave him, I didn't want to walk away but I knew I had to.
I couldn't live my life like this.
I escaped Trevor and survived Jones so I wasn't prepared to live the rest of my life in fear with Jake. Every time I closed my eyes, instead of his smiling face, all I saw was fear. My fear as he stood in front of me, clutching a gun tightly. I was still struggling to come to terms with the nightmare Jones put me through and all I want is to be happy and safe.
Jake makes you happy Emily.
I ignored the niggling voice in the back of my head and grabbed my bag, wiping my eyes that were now red, stinging from hours of pained tears.
I sighed deeply, composing myself and headed for the door, opening it slowly. Everywhere was silent so I took my chance to escape. I flung the bag over my shoulder and headed for the stairs, quickly but quietly. The last thing I wanted right now was to run into Jake or Tobias. I was afraid if I saw Jake I would give in and stay, completely breaking down.
I had made it down the stairs and could see the front door right in front of me.
Just a couple more steps.
"Emily, no!" Tobias ran down the stairs and stood in front of me, his arms outstretched keeping distance between us both.
I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes.
"Tobias, get out of my way."
"Emily, please don't leave!" he pleaded, his eyes large and persuading. I shook my head immediately -
"I have to."
"No you don't, you can get past this." he responded and I clenched my jaw at him, throwing my bag to the floor. It landed with a loud thump and I stared straight at him, my eyes never blinking. My hand lifted my shirt up and I pointed at my dressing that covered the ugly scar.
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[Highest Ranking - #1 In Teen Fiction] Currently Editing. ***** Meet Emily Wentworth. Since the death of her father, she's been living a private home life full of abuse. Emily has kept it a secret for year...