Unexpected

Only Time Can Tell Part One

With one arm I supported her back and with the other I supported her legs and lifted her up. She was very light. Emma slowly and carefully wrapped her arms around my neck for support. I turned around and walked down the hallway. All the boys were still there. They surrounded us. Some had their heads bowed in a melancholy way whilst others stood straight with fiery burning in their eyes. Emma was after all the soccer captains little sister.

I placed her in the front passenger seat so that I could keep my eyes on her. When I let her go she curled into a ball wrapping her arms around her stomach. It was painful to see her afraid and in agony.

We drove in silence for a few minutes before I heard her little hiccups in between her tears. I turned to look at her but she was facing the window. I lifted my hand. I was about to reach out to her but drew back quickly. I sighed quietly. I turned to face the road but something distracted me. Someone had ripped Emma's skirt. It was revealing her thigh. That fucker. I'm going to kill

I reached back with one arm on the wheel and the other searching for a jump in the back seat. When I found one I tucked it around Emma's leg. I accidentally brushed her arm with my hand but she didn't move. She was lifeless.

What do I do? Will she let me help her? Why does this happen to her? Do it to me instead! Please!

I'm gonna kill him. Wait and see.

I pushed down hard on the accelerator.

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Emma's POV

I was lying on my bed. I knew that for sure. I also knew that a couple of hours has passed since...you know what. And he was still holding my hand. I can feel his hot breath against it. He had fallen sleep...poor thing.

I remember everything. I have chills running down my back now just from replaying everything that happened in my mind. I don't know if he knows but I was watching the whole fiasco. When he had pulled Kale off and I fell to the ground I felt so much relief. Kale's hold on me was so strong that I have bruises on my arm.

I saw him punch Kale. I also saw him punch the shit out of him too. And I also saw the rest of the soccer team there and Jer beating some guy. I'm suppose tolay low and hide from the public eye. But these days I can't seem to hide from it. And I always need protecting. I HATE this feeling. I feel useless and pathetic. Argh.

I've been lying in bed pretending to sleep for over three hours. It's like I'm trying to fake being in a coma. I'm seriously agitated. I want to move but I don't want to wake him. And I'm afraid to move too.

Kale...I just...can't...believe he...he...actually attempted too...did he? Or was he just trying to make me shit myself because he was extremely close. BUT I just don't understand! I'm gonna KILL him!

But I don't want to face him...I'm too scared. Just visualizing his face makes me shiver and thinking about how I use to say "I love you"to him makes me want to barf and shoot myself. To think I kissed those lips once with love and to think my insides used to tangle up and go crazy everytime i saw his face. To think about him at all...I hope he digs a hole and stays there. Life just might improve.

My eyes were burning. If I look into a mirror I was one hundred percent certain that it was going to crack into a million pieces. The thing is that after crying for hours my eyes would definitely be blood shot red, my lips would have puffed up to the size of a genetically modified tomato and my nose would be like I had been attacked my a hive of bees. Now I was the one who wanted to dig a hole for myself.

I was still in too much shock to digest everything that had happened. There was no emotions left in me to find a way to kill Kale and be ferociously mad at him at the same time. I only felt empty...hollow.