A/N: I feel like this chapter is kind of sudden and fast. Sorry. ): but I hope you like it anyway!
The last thing that Emma ever expected was to be wanted by a boy. That was why when Gabe, Will's best friend and a football player, asked her to go on a date she was over come. She was mad at herself for not being able to wear something sexier, because of her cuts. To punish herself she added another one to her arm.
She eventually found an outfit. The perfect outfit. She didn't remember feeling this good about herself in a long time.
She looked in the mirror after she put the finishing touches of her make up on. She was wanted by someone.
"Emma!" Her mother called up the stairs, she came down quickly, knowing that Gabe must be at the door. She came down to find him in her foyer with her mother, roses in hand.
"This gentleman had brought you flowers." Her mother said with a smile.
Emma was important. Important enough to receive flowers, beautiful ones at that, from a boy, a beautiful one at that.
Emma swears that at that moment she fell in love with that boy. She was of course, in love with the way that he made her feel more than him.
-xxx-
The thing about boys are that as easily as they can steal your heart, they can break it. Emma didn't care that Terri hated her, she was even beginning to come to terms with how Will felt about her. Months had passed, and Autumn turned into Winter. This gave her a better excuse to wear her long sleeves to hide what she had done to herself.
She slowly decreased her cutting, more and more until there were no fresh wounds on her skin, only scars from her past.
Emma was finally happy, and she had Gabe to thank for that, and she did every day. She told him how much she loved him, even though Will refused to talk to him because he considered being with Emma as the ultimate betrayal.
He noticed her scars occasion, but never said anything about them.
As Gabe and Emma's relationship grew, their fights grew more frequent.
-xxx-
"I saw you looking at that guy."
"What are you talking about?"
"Who is he?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I saw him." He yelled. "Who is he?"
"Gabe, do you really think I would cheat on you?"
"I think you're a slut who would do anything if she thought it would end well for her."
Then they made up.
-xxx-
"It's your fault that Will doesn't want anything to do with me!" Gabe accused. "You couldn't have been a better friend to him? Why do you have to be so manipulative?"
"Gabe, that was a complicated situation!"
"Well you lost me my best friend."
"I did not!"
"If I had never met you then Will and I would be cool right now!"
"I love Will too."
"So you're saying that you'd rather be with him and I'm just the guy who you can get, so I'm the one that you accepted."
"It's not like-"
He shoved her hard enough for her to fall back and hit her arm on his coffee, before she could finish her sentence. "I don't want to fucking hear it Emma. I know the truth."
Then they made up.
-xxx-
"Are you ever going to stop being prude?"
"I'm just not ready to take that step yet."
"Or are you just not sure that I'm the one?"
"No. That's not it, of course you're the one."
"If I was the one then you would be ready. Thanks, Em. Sorry that I'm not Will. Sorry that I'm not good enough for you."
"You are good enough for me.'
"Then prove it." he said, pushing her body against the wall, touching every inch of her with his calm and steady hands. He left hot kisses down her neck. "Prove it to me."
She felt like it was Zach that had her against this wall with his hands all over her, and that scared the shit out of her. "Stop!" She screamed.
He let go of her and took a step back. She thought that he was going to let it go when he laid his fist into her left eye.
Then they made up.
-xxx-
Emma's literal scars were starting to heal, finally, when new bruises began to surface on her body. Finally when Emma though that she was good enough, she was shown that she really wasn't.
That was why she turned back to the comfort of her razor, cutting herself for lost time. A boyfriend who hit her was better then no boyfriend. At least her and Gabe were happy most of the time. The only time they ever fought was when she made him mad.
That's what he told her.
That's what she believed.
She was the lucky one in this relationship.
-xxx-
Emma stopped being happy. Her mood was worse than it had ever been.
The last thing that she expected when she heard a knock at her back door was to see Will standing there.
"Will. Hi." She said, trying to hide her excitement. "What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to uh… talk. Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure." She said, stepping aside to allow him in."
"I'm still really disgusted by what you did, I want you to know that." She nodded, forgetting that she didn't do anything. "But I want to let you know that Gabe is still a good friend to me and I don't want you to get in-between that."
"I never wanted to get in-between your friendship."
"Well you did." He snapped. "But I decided that I can accept the two of you together if it means that Gabe and I are friends again."
"That will really mean a lot to Gabe." She wanted to hug him. She wanted it to be her that he was missing so dearly, not Gabe.
"I should go." he said with a shrug. "Terri's going to be over any minute." She felt a surge of jealousy run through her bones. Why? She had Gabe now, she didn't need Will. She loved Gabe.
"Okay. See you around?"
"Probably not." He admitted, walking away.
It felt like he'd just slapped her harder than Gabe ever had.
"Wow, seriously Emma?" She heard from behind her.
"Gabe?"
"You couldn't wait to see your boyfriend? You had to do it when you knew I was coming?" He grabbed her arm roughly. "how the fuck could you do this to me? \"
She learned that is was usually best to keep her mouth shut when he was in this sort of mood.
She learned to accept the kicks and the slaps, the punches, and the shoving. It made it quicker and easier.
She learned to accept it as he called her a slut, whore, and bitch.
She even started to believe that the thing he said were true. Why would he lie to her? After all he loved her.
And she loved him.
And she loved her razor.
The only thing she didn't love was herself.
Her pathetic, worthless self