Mr. Bad Boy by Me =/ (best books to read for beginners txt) 📕

"You're the one who said you did it for Jessie, not me." We're both practically shouting at this point.

"Well maybe I lied! It's not like that's a new thing to you, now is it?!" He abruptly gets up and slams the door the bar behind him. Shit man...

 ~Emma~

Well the three weeks we had on the project, it was never the three of us. It was either Troy and Jessie, or Jessie and me. Troy has been avoiding me for all three weeks, but today we have to present, so it'll probably be Jessie and Troy on one side and me on the other. 

"Yo Shrimp. I noticed you haven't had your boy toy around for a while." Steve's voice fills the hallway, causing it to become silent. All eyes are on us.

"He's not my boy toy, Asshole." I growl. 

"Damn. She's grown some balls, stevey boy." Xander claps him on the back and stays by his side as they attempt to back me up into the lockers, but this time, I don't move. Stephanie and Brittney soon join then and Brittney smirks at me.

"So Emma, how's your mom doing?" She did not just go there... We used to be friends, until Stephanie came and she left me in the dust. "Oh wait, you dont know. She's 'disappeared'. She puts air quotes around disappeared.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I choke out.

"Well, with a daughter like you, do you really think that someone came and took her? Honey, she left you. Just like everyone will. Forever." I'm in shock. My shock soon turns to... Nothing. I just feel numb.

"Emma!" I hear Jessica's voice behind me as I walk out of the school quickly, and once I'm out the doors, it turns into a full on sprint. I go to the only place I really feel safe. The park. I came here as a kid all the time with my mom. I would always curl up in the tube and hide from her until she found me. I climb into the tube and curl up at the edge of it, crying and crying, until I cry myself to sleep...

~Troy~

"Troy come on! I need you right now. I know that Emma isn't your favorite but please help me find her!" Jessie begs.

"How do you even know that she's missing? She probably went home to her parents." I growl.

"Are you dumb??" She smacks the back of my head. "Did you not hear what Stephanie said? Her mom went missing! Now she's left with her dad, who from what I got, isn't the best when it comes to feelings. She ran off and hasn't come back to school all day. Plus she isn't answering her phone. Lets go." I sigh but we start walking around town.

"Jessie, you check over there, I'll check the playground." I say once we get to the park. I doubt she'll be here but my sister insisted on checking. "Shit. Jessie!" I pick up a sleeping Emma from one of the plastic tubes, bridal style and go to find my sister. Emma's cheeks are tear stained and her lips looks like the cut was opened again.

"Holy crap. Where was she?" 

"She was in one of the tubes. Should we bring her back to her house?" Jessie nods and we start the walk to her house. Once we get there, Jessica knocks on the door and after a while, her dad opens it and leans against the doorway.

"What? Oh my God I've been so worried, thank you." He goes to take her from my arms, but I'm hesitant at giving her to him. I sigh and hand her to him, and after he thanks us again he shuts the door. Jessie is already almost at the car, but I stayed. I don't know why. I sigh again and turn around, when I hear a loud thud. I stop in my tracks, and grumbling follows the thud. I decide that he set her on the couch and she fell off or something.

At least that's what I'm going to tell myself.

 ~Emma~

 I open my eyes as I hit the floor. Shit. I thought that it was one of those times you felt like you were falling but really werent. I guess not. I land on my back and all of the wind in knocked out of me. I struggle to breathe, and when I look up, I see John staring down at me. I was really hoping that Troy had dropped me... Yeah, I woke up, saw that Troy was carrying me, but I didn't want to move from him warm imbrace, so I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep again.

"You bitch! You wanna explain to me why there is another boy in your life?? I thought I made it clear what happened to them last time!" I open my mouth the speak but he kicks my side, before somehow getting me on my stomach, and slamming his foot down on my lower back. I really hope that Troy and Jessie left, because if not, my scream would have defiantly been heard. He continues beating me until I can hardly move and then he smiles down at me. "Make me some food."

"O-okay?" I respond. I struggle to get up but after a few minutes I do. I go to the kitchen and start grabbing some things to make him food like meats and vegetables. I grab a knife to start chopping the vegetables, but when I feel his presence behind me, I slowly turn. His hand slowly goes up and down my arm that has the knife in it as he begins speaking.

"You know, I don't like hurting you. You just deserve it." He quickly grabs the knife and plunges it into my stomach. I can't tell you how glad I am that this is a paring knife, but it still can do some damage. He's too high to realize that if I can find help, that I could still possibly live. I stand there, frozen, as he laughs walking away. Probably to go to the bar. When the door slams shut I pull out my phone and press call.

"J-Jessie..." I start but a pain in my stomach stops me. I groan in pain and her voice fills my ears.

"Woah there Emma... You okay?" 

"I need your help..." I croaked out. 

"What's wrong? I'm coming over right now!" Before I can say anything, she hangs up. I drag myself outside, while trying to stop the bleeding. I faintly remember a black SUV pull up in my driveway, before my eyes shut and I drift off...

~Troy~

"Emma! Emma... Emma, no no no." I rush up to her unconscious body, taking everything in. She has a knife still planted in her stomach. How did that happen?

"Troy, come on!" I pick her up bridal style, and place her in the back seat before sliding in with her, laying her head on my lap. Jessie peels out of the driveway and rushes to the nearest hospital. As soon as we bring her in, she's rushed to the ICU. What feels like an enternity later (which was really just hours) the director comes out and talks to us. They dont know the cause of the stab, but the knife was too small to do any serious damage. She should be waking up soon apparently.

"You two can go see her and wait until she wakes up." We thank the doctor and quickly go to her room. Jessie sits by her bed, while I pace the room. I hear a small grumble, and turn to an almost stirring Emma. I say almost, because she can't exactly move right now. 

"Emma!" Jessie grasps her hand in her own as Emma comes back to reality.

"Jessie? Troy?" Her voice comes out really raspy. We let her get used to being awake and stuff for a bit before I have to question her.

"So... How are you feeling?"

"Like I was just impaled." She almost laughs but stops herself so it doesn't hurt as bad.

"Makes sense. How uh... How did it happen?" At this point I'm across from Jessie on the other side of Emma, but I give her some space. Just then the doctor came in. He asks her the same questions I did but this time she actually gets to answer.

"Oh, I was going to my Jo- my dad some dinner because he'd just had a long stressful day at work, so he took a walk. I decided to suprise him, but I tripped on my shoe lace and fell onto the knife. Well, I fell on my hand but it had the knife in it. So um, yeah. I called them and they came and got me."

Fucking bullshit, liar.

~Emma~

I feel Troy glaring daggers into the side of my head as I told my story but he doesn't say anything. 

"Hey Jessie," he asks when the doctor leaves. "Do you think you could get me some coffee?" Jessie nods and smiles at me before leaving and shutting the door behind her. "You're lying." 

"W-what? No I'm not." I stutter. Shit.

"Really? Then tell me... Why weren't you wearing shoes when I found you? And how did a knife end up in your stomach that way from falling? Your dad should have been back by the time you passed out. Especially since I saw his car speeding down the road." I gulp at his words. "Seriously Emma. Twice in ine day, I've found you unconscious. Tell me Emma... Is, or is he not, abusing you?" God... How am I supposed to respond to that? I want to shout at the top of my lungs, "Yes Troy, he is! Thank you for realizing it! I need help!" But I can't. People dont understand, when your parent or someone