Downstairs With Red

Chapter 1-The Fight

Emma was such a normal name. Saphira, My last name was so beautiful. Emma Saphira, I thought about my name. Why did people like my first name? It was stupid, ridiculous, and worthless. Everyone who was my friend called me Red because I have hair that is a bright pinkish red with black streaks. Everyone thought I was a freak and goth, but my friends knew the real person inside me. A 17 year old with strange hair wasn't that rare. My boyfriend, Arthur, was always teasing me about my hair. He was so sweet though. I always smile when he hugs me although I do the opposite for his best friend, Roland.

Everyday I head to school with Roland, but it's not voluntary. He lives two doors down from me and "happens" to take the same route as me. What a jerk. I'm not being harsh. He used to pull my hair and light my dolls in fire. I hate him, big time.

Vicky Byrnes, my best friend, is always in trouble. She once got arrested for beating an ice cream man. Vicky has a "I'm in trouble" look. She gave me that look.

"What happened Vicky?" I sighed.

"This retard bumped into me and I thought he was trying to start something. So..." She paused, trying to look innocent, "I pushed him and he punched me back. We got into a huge fight and I need your extra fist."

"To fight him"

"No to have a picnic, YES fight him."

"So you ran away from a fight?" I questioned.

"Not exactly. I just ran to come get you because you would like to punch this guy"

"Who? Is it Roland?" She nodded. Oh boy, a chance to punch that smirk right of his face. Since he will be mad and try to punch back we can say he started it! YES!! "lets go."

My mind begun to race as we walked down the hallway. Should I do this? Is it worth it?

Suddenly we were there behind Roland. He was opening his locker and I knew one thing, he never liked mirrors. He began to get things out the locker when Vicky coughed. He spun around and looked at me.

"Oh, hello Emma." He smirked.

My anger went over its limit and I pounded his face into the metal locker and ran. My heart thumped in my chest as I sped down the hallway. I turned around and gasped. He was chasing me! He stomped down the hallway with his long legs and he pounced on me. I was crushed by him until he pinned my wrists to the ground.

"Emma Saphira, what did I tell you? DON'T MESS WITH ME!"

I smirked and asked "What are you going to do about it?"

For a moment we sat there as he stared into my grey eyes. I looked into his green eyes and saw him. His true self, and for a moment, he was the cutest guy I've ever seen.

But that moment had gone. It faded and replaced it self with anger. I yelled in his face, words that didn't go together like game and glasses. He picked me up with my arms still held me tightly. I screamed and kicked as he dragged me down the hallway. I felt hot asphalt. He brought me outside? I realized a even more disturbing thing. I'm blindfolded! He blindfolded me? When?

I felt his arms tighten as I was lifted off the ground. A car door opened and he tossed me inside. I felt my arms get tied once more.

I screamed into the empty car until Roland gets in. I hear him and another woman talking.

"Whos back there?" Her voice was familiar but cold and flat.

"Emma Naja Saphira"

"Who?"

"My best friends girl. Friend."

We rode for about an hour. The car stopped as I was jerked forward. As the back doors opened, I screamed as loud as I could. I felt my self being dragged into a house. My eyes suddenly stung with pain from surprise light. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw I was in a basement.

"HELLO??"

"Emma," I heard a cold voice say "...don't struggle, you could hurt yourself." I saw his pale figure come into my vision.

"Arthur?!" His face had a black eye, a busted lip, and was sunken in.

"I'm sorry Emma. He made me. You know I love you. Right?"

I stared at him. He-He couldn't of.

Anger boiled to white heat until I burst. "YOU-I TRUSTED YOU! YOU KIDNAPPED ME AND NOW YOU STAND HERE APOLOGIZING!"

"Emma. Please, stop. I didn't kidnap you, I..." He stopped his sentence and swallowed. " I told them where you would be. Emma, they want me to beat you. To get you not to trust me. But Emma, I would never ever hurt you."

I saw Roland come into view with a pistol in his hand. He held the gun to Arthur's neck and pulled the trigger.

It was empty.

I saw a hand go over Arthur's mouth as he was dragged away.

"You see Emma, he could of been dead. DEAD. Because of you."

"Stop" I whimpered. His words stung.

"He might of never loved you"

"Stop!"

"And his blood would of been on your hands! YOUR HANDS!!"

"STOP! STOP.... please!" tears strew down my face. He got closer until he was about a foot away.

"Emma, this is only the beginning."

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A/N

Hey, sorry it's short but I promise longer chapters.

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Questions to think about:

#1- Who was that lady in the car?

#2- Where is Arthur going?

#3- What happens next?

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Awesome.

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