Emilia

28: Emilia

"Mom!" I shouted through my tears, begging for her to walk in and save me. "Mommy pl-" His hand found it's way back over my mouth as he quieted my screams, his blue eyes burning into mine.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growled, grabbing my wrist tighter as he pushed my body deeper into the bed. I drove my leg up, hitting him in the groin and he groaned, releasing my wrists right as soon as my door pushed open.

The light to my bedroom flicked on, revealing my mother standing there with tired, squinted eyes as she frustratedly pulled her red robe together, tucking her hands under the pit of her arms.

"Emilia Harris, what the hell are you screaming about? It is the middle of the night." She spat at me, her eyes flickering between Rick and I as a line pulled between her brows.

I got out of the bed, rushing over towards her side of the room as I tried to get away from Rick who was laying down in my bed. I wrapped my arms around her as I cried, burying my face in the crook of her neck.

"Why on earth are you crying?" She asked, pulling me off of her as she looked up at me with confusion. I looked back at Rick who was still holding his groin as he pretended to play victim in this situation.

"He touched me mom!" I cried out and he shot up from the bed, his eyes widening in fury as he glared at me.

"Rick, is this true?" My mother asked, looking at him with hurt in her eyes as she held me in her arms, rubbing soothing circles around my back as she stared at him.

"See this is why I don't like her Jane! Your fucking daughter is a liar! I didn't even touch her! I came in here, thinking that it was the bathroom and she practically threw herself all over me. I tried to tell her to stop but she wouldn't listen." He yelled defensively, my heart sinking into the pit of my stomach at his words. I pulled away as I looked back and forth between him and my mother.

"That's not true mom! He's lying!" I cried, looking at the disappointment in her eyes as she stared at me. A painful feeling clouded my heart as she looked at me like she believed him more than she did me.

"You know what, I'm fucking done Jane. You and your whore of a daughter can stay here by yourselves because we're over!" He shouted, running his hand through his hair as he started to head for my bedroom door.

"Rick wait! Please don't go!" She said, letting go of me as she caught him by his hand. He shrugged himself off of her before turning to look at the tears on her face.

"If you think that I would do something like that to your own daughter, then you're fucking sick in the head." He spat at her, pointing his finger at me angrily and it only made me cry even harder.

"Please don't go. I love you just please don't leave me." She begged, holding onto him like her life depended on it as she placed kisses all over him, groping him right in front of me.

"Baby please don't go, I love you." She whispered, running her hands all over his bare chest. I stood there, feeling absolutely nauseated at the realization that my mother was choosing him over me. I felt sick to my stomach as he stared at me while she kissed his lips, trying to coerce him into staying.

"Control your fucking whore of a daughter or we're done!" He growled, grabbing her by her face as he clenched his jaw furiously. I watched his blue eyes burn into her gaze as his fingers pressed deeply into her cheeks. She cried out, tears streaming down her face as he shook her angrily.