A/N: Previously, in "High School"…..
- A/N: This chapter is violent & based off of nothing real.. I hope!-
Derek scooted over to Emily and lent his head back and said something into her ear. She nodded, almost reluctantly and stood, following him in suit.
She hopped into his SUV and sat in beside him, staring as he fumbled for words. She watched as he gripped the wheel as they pulled out. They were pulling up to the front of the school before he spoke."Why were you flirting? With my best friend? Who's about to start dating one of your best friends?" Emily shot him down with herglare. It showered him with regained energy. She recoils when he shoots her daggers and spits, "Emily. If you're trying to make me j-"
She cuts him off, "Jealous, I know." Her pretty brown orbs are filled with knowing and understanding. Her sincerity catches him completely off guard. He grabs her hand and she recoils, gripping her wrist. "Why are you mad at me? I mean, -" He stopped when her brown orbs shone with glassy tears. He looked back down at her wrist to find fresh cuts lining up and down her wrists, but worse, bruises hiding under them. He stares into her eyes, realizing he didn't know. She stared out the windshield, staring at her new
2011 Hyundai Elantra that was sitting beside them, waiting patiently for it's owner's return. "My dad's abusive, my mom walked out on us. I have nothing now. I just wanna die. And I like you but- it just wont work." her voice was aligned and she was careful when she opened the door. She bent over to grab her cell phone that fell on the ground when her shirt flew up against her shoulders to reveal a large slivery cut. Derek gingerly took her arm, causing her to turn around.
"What is he doing to you?" The question poured out of his mouth before he could think of it. The words. The meaning. Everything that Emily dealt with was written in her journal. Except for a life-changing secret that she would look back on, disgusted. Before he could think, he pulled Emily over the console and hugged her. She slipped off of him and then exited the car. She slipped into the Elantra and took her time on the way home, avoiding the front door so that he wouldn't realize she was home.
-Later that Night-
Emily quietly booted up her computer, briefly checking the time on her cell phone. 1:34 A.M. She had finished her homework hours ago and was now seeing if anyone was online to talk to.
JENNIFER JAREAU *ON
DEREK MORGAN *OFF
AARON HOTCHNER *OFF
PENELOPE GARCIA * ON
SPENCER REID *ON
Clicking the three names on, JJ gave her goodnight after an hour of their crush-convo (their obsessive talk of Aaron and Derek). Spencer and Emily talked of nothing but pointless subjects and he logged off. PENELOPE: U HAVE A CRUSH ON D.M.?
EMILY: IDK MAYBE.
PENELOPE: WE'RE D8TING AGAIN. STAY AWAY.
EMILY: GEEZ P. OK.
EMILY HAS LOGGED OFF.
Emily then went to bed and fell into an aimless, deep sleep. But only to be awakened five hours later, on a Thursday, burnt and bruised by her father in his drunken haze. Emily stared at her left eye, throbbing and swelled into an ugly purple patch. She was hiding in the school nurse's office all day at school, and when she was out in the hall? Cover up matted across the purple which was now barely audible. She bit her split lip (mounded with the lipsticks and glosses she could get her hands on) and flinched. Derek Morgan knew. He knew. Of all people. He would stare and plead to help, but she refused. That was, until one day. _
He took her into the vacant football locker room during PE. And asked her to let him see her scars. All of them. She bit her lip as he gingerly plucked off her white-and-black striped shirt off to reveal a see-through camisole. There was one between her shoulder blades. And slits made by a variety of knives and so many bruises. She rolled the bottom of her cotton pants up as high as they could go and revealed cuts and bruises on her knees and shins. But the ones on her wrists were the worst because she'd cut them.
His hands explored the damages and she felt a slight sense of comfort tracing against her tan, warm skin. She was praying he wouldn't touch her waist, where her father had stabbed her with a cooking knife that morning. No hope there. His hand traced it and she screamed in pain. He stared as she limped over to a mirror and lifted the camisole to reveal the sliced markings. Derek rushed to the first-aid kit hanging on the wall and pulled out rubbing alcohol and a large piece of band-aid cloth.
Rubbing was painful and Emily would howl or stiffen when the alcohol cleaned the cut. She hugged Derek, thanking him and asking him politely if he could "back off" of her life. Just to give her a break from being social. Reluctantly, (after she begged and pled) he agreed. But the thing was, she wanted him. But Penelope stood in their way.
Next period, was prep class (study hall) and she was passing notes to JJ every now and then. Telling her about Penelope and Derek's dating that restarted. It was still going and it killed her inside. Emily and Penelope were best friends. But the whole Derek thing was murdering their friendship. So Emily backed out of the social eye for at least a month. Her long black hair hung loose, her clothes still a variety of dark shades, and her Converse high-tops still trending. STAY AWAY! Was spray-painted on her baby-blue/black and white locker. She slipped in during the halfway mark of English fourth period, then slipped in the back row, next to Aaron. He picked a piece of filler paper out of his binder, re-clipped it back in place, then scrawled:
What's wrong with you?
Emily stared at the note, her fragile demeanor scared and worried. Realizing this was Aaron Hotchner, her best friend since age eight, she knew she had to tell him. In a hard-to-get attitude.
Me? What's wrong with ME? Ask Penelope and her boyfriend.
Rereading the sentence was a living hell as blood rushed to her face. She slid the note across the double desk. He reread the note several times, mystery and confusion written all over his face. Then he smiled. Smiled. Like, dimples and all.
You mean, Derek? Derek Morgan?
No, Derek… I HAVE NO IDEA! Of course, DEREK MORGAN!
Aaron Hotchner's dimples deepened, if that was even possible. Jesus, Emily Prentiss was one of the smartest people he knew, but in the love department? She was clueless and stupid.
Are you sure she didn't just b-tch because she was angry? She was jealous because Morgan had an eye for you & you only?
Dude, don't get my hopes up! I can't deal with the heartbreak, not after what happened with Ian!
Ian Doyle, Emily's ex boyfriend, did a lot of terrible things to her that was just hard to think about: abuse was mostly it, a quick second pressuring her to have sex and do drugs. But she never did. And then, he threw her down the school stairs and she was hospitalized (Thanks to Derek and his speedy 9-1-1 calls) for a month. But that's when she became friends with Derek and they just, stuck like glue.
Ian moved to New Zealand four yrs ago… ask D if he wants 2 hang out.
What's with the TXT talk?
Em…
Fine… at lunch.
Alright, Strauss is looking. Later sister!
LOL! -heart, heart-
Emily wrote with her purple gel pen, repeating EMEREK or DEMILY in fancy scrawl. Soon enough, the bell rang and Emily stared at the gelled bubbly letters and tossed it in the trash, going to her locker before her lunch period. Little did she know someone picked it up.
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Emily slipped into the back of the detention hall that was littered with students, with a small black lunch tray and gingerly set it down on the wooden countertop of the desk. She took a bite of her sandwich and a sip of Diet Cherry Coke, then opened her journal and began writing.
Dear Journal,
I can't take him not knowing the truth. I mean, A said it was ok for me to like him. but I am afraid to admit it, what would he do? Let me down easy? Admit the ugly truth in an obnoxious demeanor? I don't even know anymore! God..
Heartlessly numb, Em.
Emily closed the book and pulled out her cell phone and clicked it on. A group of her delinquents glanced her way. Emily shuddered and looked down. She knew Tamera and Cole would be ticked at her for spending so much time with JJ, but her delinquents couldn't know what was going on.
To: Derek
From: Emily
MSG: Hey. Little did Emily know that she sent Derek her journal entry in a photo…
To: DerekYOU THERE?Derek Morgan has blocked this number.
The message hit her like gunshots. What did she do? .
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Derek Morgan gazed at the clear text of Emily's journal entry. The big block letters were obvious and this was no joke, basically legitimate . Aaron Hotchner. Emily Prentiss like Aaron Hotchner.
A/N: Dirty intensity. Now onto Hotch/JJ. BTW, PLEASE READ: I AM GOING TO CONTINUE WRITING. Sorry for the gap!