Emma slowly turned the key to her house and let herself in. She was
feeling violently ill, but had to be quiet so she wouldn't wake her
parents. She clutched the hairclip that was in her hair last night so
tightly that it nearly drew blood. She was hurt, and scared, looking for a
face in the shadows as she walked to the stairs.
"Emma," she heard a voice say. Emma whirled around, terrified, until she saw her mom sitting there. Emma's muscles relaxed. All she wanted to do was to run to her mother, and stay there. She was hurt and needed comfort. But she stayed where she stood.
"How was the party?" Spike asked.
"The party?" Emma said. "Oh. It was great. I danced, I ate, I had fun, and you know normal party stuff. But I'm really tired I'm just going to go and take a shower and go to bed."
Spike told Emma she didn't need to take a shower this late at night, but Emma pretended she didn't hear her and rushed upstairs. She felt horrible with herself. Her mom had waited up to her about the party and Emma totally blew her off. She just couldn't face her right now. She didn't want to; she was too much of a horrible person. She had acted like a slut and got what she deserved. Suddenly feeling very ill, Emma ran to the bathroom and threw up all of what was in her stomach.
She then turned on the shower to steaming hot water and climbed in. She stood in the shower, not moving, just letting the water fall on her. She felt so dirty, she just wanted to feel clean. But after scrubbing herself for several minutes, she gave it up as a lost cause. She stepped out of the shower, red and raw from all the scrubbing. She quickly dried off and ran into her bedroom. She climbed into pajamas and crawled into bed. Once there, it finally all hit her and she silently cried herself to sleep.
The nest morning she slept until one. She woke up periodically just to fall right back asleep, not feeling the need to wake up. It was Saturday and Emma just wanted to sleep in forever. Emma woke at one to the sound of her mother's soft knock on the door.
"Em," she said. "I made waffles for breakfast and noodles for lunch. Why don't you come eat some?"
This only made Emma cry harder. She couldn't even make herself meals when she was caring for Lisa. She was a horrible person. With an extra baby Spike was totally undaunted, while Emma was a failure from the beginning. She couldn't do anything right. She couldn't even go to a party without being raped.
"No," Emma quietly replied. "I'm really not hungry, and I'm just tired. I danced too much last night. I just want to rest."
And she did. Emma didn't get out of bed for the rest of the day, and only came out on Sunday to eat some and take another shower, once again failing to get clean.
On Monday, Spike went in and felt Emma's forehead. Emma said nothing was wrong, so Spike said she had to go to school and left the room. Groaning, Emma pulled herself out of bed. She knew Aaron had hurt her bad. She felt an aching everywhere and had bruises on her body that she didn't remember getting, but they were so sore.
Emma walked over to her closet and pulled out the first outfit she saw. Jeans and a black sweater. She looked at herself in the mirror and decided that it probably wouldn't make her noticeable to guys, so she wore it. She then combed her hair, not caring that it was kinky and greasy. She then used some make up to cover up the bruise on the side of her face and left the room, not bothering with any other makeup. She felt too ugly and dirty that she didn't feel the need to try and look good. Walking downstairs she grabbed her backpack, none of her homework done. Walking into the kitchen she saw her mom feeding Lisa. As tears welled up in Emma's eyes, she ran out the front door.
She walked to school slowly, not caring if she was late. On the way there some boys, probably drunk sped by in a car and rolled the windows down.
"Hey hot stuff, come here," one yelled as the others whistled and cat called.
Emma froze, terrified. Once they sped away, she walked to a nearby wall and leaned against it. Breathing hard she recalled the party after Aaron had pushed her on the bed. He hit her over and over so she stopped resisting. He didn't care about her pleading for help or for him to stop. Finally she stood and walked the rest of the way to school.
Once there Manny came rushing up.
"Oh man Em," she gushed. "Was that not the best party ever? We even had the cops come in the end; it was so loud and great. Some people showed up that I didn't even know, I guess the word spread. It took my all weekend to clean up. Speaking of cleaning up, why do you look so...grungy? Oh yeah, I saw you go upstairs with that one guy! So...what happened?"
Manny laughed and gave Emma a fake punch, but it really hurt. Manny made contact with a bruise. Emma yelped and glared at Manny.
"What's your problem?" she yelled. "And no, nothing happened with Aaron!"
With that Emma stormed off.
Sorry, a really boring filler chapter. I promise the next one will be interesting.
"Emma," she heard a voice say. Emma whirled around, terrified, until she saw her mom sitting there. Emma's muscles relaxed. All she wanted to do was to run to her mother, and stay there. She was hurt and needed comfort. But she stayed where she stood.
"How was the party?" Spike asked.
"The party?" Emma said. "Oh. It was great. I danced, I ate, I had fun, and you know normal party stuff. But I'm really tired I'm just going to go and take a shower and go to bed."
Spike told Emma she didn't need to take a shower this late at night, but Emma pretended she didn't hear her and rushed upstairs. She felt horrible with herself. Her mom had waited up to her about the party and Emma totally blew her off. She just couldn't face her right now. She didn't want to; she was too much of a horrible person. She had acted like a slut and got what she deserved. Suddenly feeling very ill, Emma ran to the bathroom and threw up all of what was in her stomach.
She then turned on the shower to steaming hot water and climbed in. She stood in the shower, not moving, just letting the water fall on her. She felt so dirty, she just wanted to feel clean. But after scrubbing herself for several minutes, she gave it up as a lost cause. She stepped out of the shower, red and raw from all the scrubbing. She quickly dried off and ran into her bedroom. She climbed into pajamas and crawled into bed. Once there, it finally all hit her and she silently cried herself to sleep.
The nest morning she slept until one. She woke up periodically just to fall right back asleep, not feeling the need to wake up. It was Saturday and Emma just wanted to sleep in forever. Emma woke at one to the sound of her mother's soft knock on the door.
"Em," she said. "I made waffles for breakfast and noodles for lunch. Why don't you come eat some?"
This only made Emma cry harder. She couldn't even make herself meals when she was caring for Lisa. She was a horrible person. With an extra baby Spike was totally undaunted, while Emma was a failure from the beginning. She couldn't do anything right. She couldn't even go to a party without being raped.
"No," Emma quietly replied. "I'm really not hungry, and I'm just tired. I danced too much last night. I just want to rest."
And she did. Emma didn't get out of bed for the rest of the day, and only came out on Sunday to eat some and take another shower, once again failing to get clean.
On Monday, Spike went in and felt Emma's forehead. Emma said nothing was wrong, so Spike said she had to go to school and left the room. Groaning, Emma pulled herself out of bed. She knew Aaron had hurt her bad. She felt an aching everywhere and had bruises on her body that she didn't remember getting, but they were so sore.
Emma walked over to her closet and pulled out the first outfit she saw. Jeans and a black sweater. She looked at herself in the mirror and decided that it probably wouldn't make her noticeable to guys, so she wore it. She then combed her hair, not caring that it was kinky and greasy. She then used some make up to cover up the bruise on the side of her face and left the room, not bothering with any other makeup. She felt too ugly and dirty that she didn't feel the need to try and look good. Walking downstairs she grabbed her backpack, none of her homework done. Walking into the kitchen she saw her mom feeding Lisa. As tears welled up in Emma's eyes, she ran out the front door.
She walked to school slowly, not caring if she was late. On the way there some boys, probably drunk sped by in a car and rolled the windows down.
"Hey hot stuff, come here," one yelled as the others whistled and cat called.
Emma froze, terrified. Once they sped away, she walked to a nearby wall and leaned against it. Breathing hard she recalled the party after Aaron had pushed her on the bed. He hit her over and over so she stopped resisting. He didn't care about her pleading for help or for him to stop. Finally she stood and walked the rest of the way to school.
Once there Manny came rushing up.
"Oh man Em," she gushed. "Was that not the best party ever? We even had the cops come in the end; it was so loud and great. Some people showed up that I didn't even know, I guess the word spread. It took my all weekend to clean up. Speaking of cleaning up, why do you look so...grungy? Oh yeah, I saw you go upstairs with that one guy! So...what happened?"
Manny laughed and gave Emma a fake punch, but it really hurt. Manny made contact with a bruise. Emma yelped and glared at Manny.
"What's your problem?" she yelled. "And no, nothing happened with Aaron!"
With that Emma stormed off.
Sorry, a really boring filler chapter. I promise the next one will be interesting.