hey guys!! sorry for the long wait! i havnt had the chance to update for a while. then yesterday when i tried to log in it wouldnt let me. i am going to try to put some outfits that i made up on my profile. i have her funeral outfit, even if i never explained what it looked like in the chapter. i couldnt find an evanescence shirt so i guess i wont be putting that up. nyway enough of my blabbering... ON WITH THE CHAPTER

oh and one more thing. someone pointed out who was reading this that i have forgotten a disclaimer. so here it is:

me: i refuse to say it sophie so dont even try

sophie: but you have to. you only came up with me!

me: no.

Emmett: say it now. say it, or you will have a fate....

me: I DONT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF SM'S CHARACTERS (sadly)

emmett: thats better

Mike grabbed me by the waist. He started spitting out profanities and insults to my grandmother at me. I was on the verge of bawling while just looking at Kenzie gave me a chill. Her face was pointed towards Mike with pure hatred. Even though he saw her malicious eyes, he just wouldn't stop. After a minute my savior came, with a crew following him.

In the doorway to the entrance of the history building was Emmett standing there with Rosie on his right, and Matt on his left. All I could do was cry harder at the fact that they had to see me like this.

I was no defenseless woman. I wanted to fight back so badly, but he had me in a position where I was helpless.

Before I knew anything, strong arms had ripped Mike off of me, while I ran into Kenzie's and Rosie's arms. From the corner of my eye I could see the fight taking place. Emmett was holding his hand over Mike's mouth while Matt was beating the crap out of him. Every once in a while Emmett got a good punch in as well, finally, they stopped. Well, matt did. Emmett dragged Mike outside of the doors of the school and threw him against a car. "If you ever, ever, EVER. TOUCH HER AGAIN, I WILL KILL YOU. I WILL SMASH YOUR HEAD THROUGH A WINDOW AND BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU UNTIL EVERY SINGLE BONE IN YOUR BODY IS BROKEN OVER THREE TO FOUR TIMES. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" He didn't even give Mike a time to answer him before he gave him one good kick in the forbidden zone (an: do I have to spell it out for you? I think this is ok…. Just think… what would be an awkward thing to write?) and a smack in the face so hard that he was bleeding. I was so proud of him, he managed to not murder anyone!

Emmet went to the office and just told them I was sick to get me out of classes for the rest of the day. After a heart wrenching goodbye to Kenzie, Kayla, and Kat, I talked to Matt. He was on the verge of tears at the fact that he wasn't able to protect me soon enough. Not much later, in the car with Emmett and Rosie I was doing the same thing. Matt and Emmett really needed to hang out.

"Are you sure that you aren't hurt?"

Mentally?

Yes

Phisically?

"No Emmett, I am not hurt. Stop worrying, if you hadn't been there when you were I would be in a corner crying." It was true. When I had breakdowns at home all I would be able to do was sit in a corner and cry my heart out. I still wanted to do so but I felt a little better with Emmett there.

Well, a lot better.

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Later that night after Emmett had needed more comforting about not being there, I went to my room. The perfect room had everything I needed. Here I could loose the perky attitude that I put up for everyone.

I went on the bed, grabbed a blanket, went into the free corner in the room…

And cried.

I thought about all the mistakes I had made in life. How everything had always been my fault. Having mom and dad make an errand for me… I really needed that candy. But no, I couldn't wait an hour and I let them get into a car crash. All the times I had fallen from my clumsiness. Every time I had left the door open for my grandma to trip on. Every time I had gotten a D when my aunt wanted no less than an A+. Yes, it was deffinently all my fault, and I could never say I'm sorry. All the mistakes for the dead people that I wish I could take back, if only… if only.

I guess I had fallen asleep after a while of crying, because at one point in the night I had felt strong, cold hands wipe away my tears, carry me to bed and tuck me in. Even if it sounds weird, it kindof felt like i was little again. When my father would pick me up and swing me around. When I thought nothing bad could ever hurt me. Boy was I wrong. I suddenly realized that I felt safe and loved for the first time since i was ten. For five years I have been wondering and wondering when that would happen again. As I heard the door gently shut I realized they were trying not to wake me up. It felt as if I was loved, as if I were cared for. Maybe... I am.

Because wow did this family care.

Okay guys!!! that was it!!! please please please please please review!!!!