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โ๐–๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐ง ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ž?โž After a terrible accident, Emma is left to live with nothing but trama and a drunk father who doesn't let a day pass to remind her of the past she's so desperately trying to avoid. She drowns her fear within by lying to herself and running... She's been able to hide it so well so far, right... Well, That's until she ran straight into the arms of Thomas Russo, the mischievous bad boy that everyone fears. No one knows what Thomas wants, but whatever it is it's surely not education as he only sought interest in her, testing her, challenging her... โ๐–๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐›๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ž ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฑ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž.โž-๐“๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ How could these two tragedies ever overcome their past? ...Especially when it's connected.

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๐—–๐—›๐—”๐—ฃ๐—ง๐—˜๐—ฅ ๐—ข๐—ก๐—˜

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I HATE HER.THE WORST PART IS that I had to be with her every single day. She's such a fucking fake that sometimes I wish to depart from her. Sometimes I even want to hurt her. I ball my hands into a fist, willing myself not to scream.

I was looking at her. The girl in the mirror, staring right back at me.

The mirror always shows me what I didn't want to see.

It wasn't always like this, but it doesn't matter because either way, I couldn't go back, nor do I want to go back.

I'm stuck with it, the pain, the guilt. There's no going back.

I squeeze my eyes together, telling myself not to cry, to stop the heartbreaking flashbacks.

"Emma! You're going to be late for school...again!" Claire's shrilling voice screams from downstairs and I get startled. I hate loud noises, it got worse to the point where I couldn't even handle birthday surprises. Always freaking out instead of being surprised.

She didn't care though. None of them care for all I know.
I also stopped caring to the point where we ended up dislocated from each other. Conversations were cut out to the point where it was only silence but I guess it is for the best.

"Emma, please come downstairs for breakfast!" She called, getting on my nerves once again. I could already feel the ache increasing in my head, this happens a lot.

"How about you, please give me a break." I wanted to say that, in fact I want to shout that. My words didn't matter to them though.

Instead, I sighed and groggily walked to the bathroom, pushing through my headache to get dressed. I didn't want to go to school, it's only another day of trying to keep up with everything. I'm not exactly talking about the work given.

I quickly changed into an outfit, one of the many I had. I wasn't bragging though.

Dressed in my pink dress, pink book bag, big pink ribbons and pink underwear, I walked down the stairs like a pretty pink princess.

Nope, Claire wants that, she bought me a wardrobe of clothes, consisting mostly of pink, the bright color standing out from the ones I own.

She wanted me to be that perfect daughter, she thought I would be, and it's actually kinda funny until she notices that I'm not even close to living up to that expectation.

Not today, not tomorrow, who knows maybe not even until I die.

I swing my bag over my shoulder and walk down the stairs to see her, smiling up at me and instead I frown. The worst part about it is her acting to care.

"Good morning sweetheart, I made eggs." She looks at me with hopeful eyes and I still don't know why she bothers to try.

"Thanks but like you said I'm late."

"But-" she starts and I cut her off, "I'll prefer what the school has to offer today than whatever is on your plate." I closed my eyes for a second, at that hurt look on her face.

I didn't intend to sound so mean.

I'm not a morning person. She knew it too, so I'm not going to suck up and apologize even if...

"Emma, have some respect for your mother." I wince
from his choice of words, seriously hurt. The audacity.

How swiftly he dismisses our family, the accident not being too long ago.

"How dare you." I suck in my bottom lip in an attempt to calm myself, but what he says next, completely triggers it. The bomb in me.

"Claire does nothing but care for you, and all you do is hurt her, as well as everyone around you."

Tears form in my eyes at his truth.

"She's not my fucking mother Todd, so you can go fuck off with that have respect shit." I seethed, watching straight into his eyes to see if he had any remaining part of the man I once knew. If any of it was true, but I shook my head, scolding myself for thinking such.

To confirm this his eyes then wander to my clothing, "What are you wearing?" He asks and I sighed.

"Did Claire buy you that?"

I look down at my outfit, a black skirt paired with black Nikes and a white two-piece long sleeve crop top. I also had a bucket hat. I think it looks cool.

I ran a hand through my black locks,"No she didn't..."

"Then why are you wearing it?"

"Seriously? I told you that I don't fancy her wardrobe, have you ever considered that maybe I don't like it at all. Do you even care what I like? When you can answer that then, just then I'll listen to you."

"Emma-"

"Tell me, is it the length you dislike? Or is it just that you wish I could wear what your wife bought?Because she's your first priority, right? Because-"

"Calm down Emma! You shouldn't act up like this, Gen said it's bad for mental health.Close your eyes and remember to count to three."

"No! What the fuck! Don't try to make it look like I need help, dad. That's all you do, you turn the tables on every opinion I have, you shut me off when I speak, and push mental health on me when I actually might need to have an actual father-daughter conversation with you!"

"Do not yell at me, Emma. I am your father and deserve respect." It was better to say my mind to him now knowing that if it was another time he would definitely not allow it.

"Really? And why should I huh? Is it because the neighbors will hear me? The perfect life you spent building, the walls will crumble and reveal the ugly truth-are you afraid that all the layers of paint you covered up will crumble apart? Yeah?" I looked over at Claire who was sipping her tea in the corner, she was listening to everything, and yet she wouldn't say anything to him.

I shake my head,"And you've never been a father to me. Never in the past and definitely not now, you do not earn my respect." I say, a tear rolling down my eyes before slamming the door,"Uh!"

I blink my eyes rapidly to hold back the tears, pushing my bag further up my shoulders, when I spotted the light blue Ferrari belonging to Chloe. I try my best to wear a smile before I walk over to the vehicle.

"I'm coming," I say when she honked at me. I then jumped over the door into her Ferrari and immediately reached for the seat belt, my fingers shaky when I locked it around me.

I nudge Jacob over-he was chewing on a fry to which I managed to sneak one past him.

"Hey beautiful." He placed an elbow on my shoulder and smiled at me using his other hand to rest on my thigh.

I internally cringed and slowly pushed his hand away. "Jacob." I glared at him. Jacob was an asshole, honestly, Chloe would try to hook us up because she said he liked me.

"Try that again and I'll break your fingers." I didn't know him that well, he was my friend yes but I only hung out with him because he was the brother of Stacy. Gross, right?

Jacob held his hand out towards me and shook his head,"Geez girl, I was only saying morning."

I rolled my eyes and pressed on the seat in front of me which seats Stacy who was doing her makeup.

"Hey girl-" She applied another layer of bright red lipstick and pucker her lips outwards in a smack.

"Going with us this evening ?" She looks at me from the mirror, touching up her eyebags.

"Sure, yeah I was just gonna ask." I leaned back in my seat and pulled out my earbuds, putting them in my ears. Jacob seems to be saying something but I drown him out in my playlist.

I close my eyes, just focusing on the fresh breeze blowing through my hair and the music playing in my ears, clearing my mood.

***
I entered the hall, just like every day it was filled with jocks, cheerleaders, players, and wannabes. Which one do I fit into? I don't know, but I won't lie, sometimes I am left feeling like a wannabe.

I take my book from my locker and look to my right where I see Pete Oliver, flirting with some blonde chic. I internally cringe, they look like they want to eat each other.

Pete was 'that' every high school boy, plays soccer, has brown curly hair and light brown eyes. Typical. Looks to die for.

I roll my eyes when I pass him,"No wonder why you're failing classes. You know I can't see your relationship...or whatever that is called, going anywhere." I cringed, teasing him. I don't even think animals can be used to describe them.

"How about you join me? You and I would be better!" He calls after me and I flip a middle finger over my head, "Whatever Pete."

I peek through the glass in the door looking for Mr. Stefan. Luckily his back is turned to class with his attention being on the board.

Aubrey caught a glimpse of me when she looked away from the board, waving her hand at me from the back of the class and mouthing something that looked a lot like gibberish.

I raise my eyebrow at her and she facepalm gesturing for me to come in.

I cautiously open the door and walk through the aisle of the desks, quickly claiming the seat beside her and scattering my books across the table knowing how much Mr. Stefan hates people showing up late to his class.

Aubrey laughs," Mr. Stefan probably won't even know that you just came." She says sarcastically looking at my books. "Some of them are of different subjects, did you even stop at the locker?"

"Yeah but what makes sense heading to the locker after every class, when I could already have them on me."

"I swear you're so smart yet so stupid." She laughed but we were cut off when Mr. Stefan turned to face the class again.

"Now can anyone answer the question on the board?" He asked and I indulged my head in a book before me not knowing what page we were on.

I looked up from the book as his eyes scanned the classroom. Luckily it passed me-

"Maybe you should ask Emma, she usually knows it all, right?"

I glare at Tina from the first row. The school's barbie. Straight dark blonde hair reaching her back, bright pink nude lipstick and feline almond eyes, not to mention her body.

"Oh, Emma I didn't even notice that you were in class, care to answer." He half-smiled, his eyes darting between Tina's and I just so happened to see it.

So she got to our teacher too.

She loved putting me on the spot, trying everything to bring people down and drawing attention to make me a laughing stock.

Not today.

I clench my fist together feeling my nails tore at my flesh and narrow my eyes at her. I could hear their snickering, the murmuring, and the accusations that they all thought they knew about me.

"Answer the question, Emma, you know I don't appreciate it when students are late to my class, nonetheless clueless...why are you so late?" He pushes his glasses further up his nose bridge.

He was built, wearing a brown neat suit which covers his muscles(the muscles I know Tina surely got a look at.), smooth jawline and silky hair, sleek back hair and glasses to add to his teacher act. He was for sure no more than 30.

The girls here love him.

"Sorry, Mr. Stefan but it was for an educational purpose." I shrug and he raises an eyebrow.

"I was reading this really good book where it explains why teachers should be equal to all their students. Not just one. You know this book says these older teachers shouldn't have any sort illegal inter-"

He dismissively shook his head and knowing that I could have simply ruined his teaching degree with those last words he decided to change the subject, in an attempt to save his ass and roast mine.

Just great.

So great, especially since I had no idea what the question was. His crappy handwriting is also the cause.

I stood up narrowing my eyes at the board but it didn't help. Fuck! Here comes the laughing again.

"The answer to the question i-is..." I stammered, earning more laughs. It was also probably because of low I leaning, the students in the back, no doubt getting a fat glimpse of my ass. Was it a good sight, atleast?

"The answer to that question is, I can't even see-"The door flung open and there went the attention. Thank you!

Their eyes moved from me to the door and I could finally relax in peace, as long as they were off my shoulder and on someone else's. I close my eyes, pull down my skirt, and lean my head back, my arms crossed over my chest.

"And what brings you to this class so late?" I heard Mr. Stefan's voice and once again the class erupted into murmurs but this time it wasn't on me.

'He's the new transfer student that has been causing trouble around school.' I hear a girl whisper followed by another.

'He's fucking hot.'

'They say he transferred because he killed someone at his old school and is using this one as a hiding spot.' Then another.

'Really? Well, I heard he's in a gang.'

'Mhmm, you think I can hit that.'

"Hello, did you hear what I asked you?" Mr. Stefan asks, his voice harsh and pissed.

I felt someone kick my chair and turn to see Aubrey pointing at the front of the class, "Check that guy out."

I rolled my eyes and turned to look at the front of the classroom.

"You know that's detention right?" I watched as Mr. Stefan continued to argue with the boy who showed no attention. He was looking down at his phone with his earphones wrapped around his ears and a cigarette in his mouth-his black hair covering his eyes.

The guy finally decides to look up at Mr.Stefan but only ignores his question, walking straight past him and into the classroom.

When he walked inside I could get to see his facial features more clearly.

My eyes widened for a split second. The guy was gorgeous-he looks to be passing the 6 feet level. There is a silver piercing in his ear and one on his eyebrow, his black hair long and fluffy covering his eyes, his skin looked pale and there was a slight scar over his rounded pink lips.

He wore a plain black shirt that hugged the muscles he had, black matching converse, camo pants and his leather jacket arms hung loosely over his shoulder.

His legs looked like a model's and his jawline was sharp and defined, taking away the attention of the other scars on his neck.

And it didn't stop there, he had tattoos trickling along his arm to a part of his neck.

"Woah, I mean I must admit the guy really is hot." Aubrey gawked from beside me.

"He transferred?"

"Yep, that's Thomas, known as void by the school from his coldness and lack of emotion. That's crazy right? They're just overreacting to it, he's not even been here for a week yet. They also say he transferred from some crazy boarding school-"

Thomas dragged out his chair, sitting right behind me and with the entire class heads following him.

I slouch in my chair.

I tried focusing on the board but I never thought his presence would be such a huge distraction. I could smell his aroma, he smelled good, like flowers and...velvet but the scent of the smoke mixed smelled like shit. I hate that scent.

I glare at him from the corner of my eye, should I tell him?

I forced myself to focus on Mr. Stefan but the smoke made my throat sore and my chest burns.

I was writing the notes when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

I turned to Aubrey raising my eyebrow at her but she just shrugged and raised and raised her eyebrow at me.

I sighed and redirected my focus only to feel someone tap my right side now.

"Cut it out, Aubrey..." I groaned but when I looked at Aubrey she was writing the notes too, not even paying attention to me.

My heart skipped a beat when I turned around to be met by the eyes of Thomas. His eyes were a beautiful combination of grey and green, for a moment I couldn't look away, only coming out of trance when he spoke to me, raising his eyebrow.

"So you're gonna continue to fucking stare at me?"

"Sorry?" I blinked back to reality.

"The board is right ahead of you, muffin." His voice was harsh but smooth edged with a slight accent.

"Excuse me? Actually, you know I'm glad you asked because now I ask you to put out that thing, to your face." I pointed to the stick held in his fingers," So tell me..."

He just sat there looking directly into my eyes. I shifted on my seat when his cold eyes scanned my entire face. My body felt hot from his strong gaze.

His eyes were almost penetrating my flesh.

The guy looked at me as if asking if I was serious.

"Aye but no worries you do you and I'll do me, right?" I shrugged and turned back to my book just in time to hear a chuckle, it wasn't a laugh, just a plain nonchalant chuckle, no emotion behind it at all.

I coughed again and looked back at him.

"But seriously though you're not allowed in class with that thing." I was growing pissed, looking at that lame expression on his face, he was blank.

"Yeah?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yes, inside your stomach looks like a whole shit fest for all you know," I said to which he exhaled a strong puff of smoke into my face.

I cough, holding my chest and fanning the smoke from my face. He glares at me and my eyebrows furrowed, "What the hell is wrong with you, you purposely did that even-"

"Next time find another seat." He growls, his voice bitter and I had to stop myself from jumping over the table and slapping him senseless.

Luckily the bell went off and I stumbled out of the classroom with the other students who were rushing through the door, not bothering to watch behind me.

***
The worst part of school if I'm being honest was coming home. Never thought that'd happen, as home used to be that place I sought comfort after a hard day.

Not any more.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think about the good memories instead of the bad, but it made no sense now as my good memories were now the bad.

I get a glimpse at his car parked crookedly in the road. He didn't bother to park his precious child more important than me into the garage, which meant...

I walk up to the door instantly hearing slurred murmuring. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard until I could taste the blood.

I wanna run away.

Again.

I blink away my fear and twist the doorknob open, instantly being hit by the smell of strong alcohol and sweat mixed with smoke. I wince, feeling my throat burn and my lungs spasm.

I can't do it, I just can't. I feel my knees buckle and my head go light when I make cautious steps through the living room.

The room is dark but I don't bother looking around. I wanted to lock myself in my room where the pain of this house can't get me, but then I stopped.

I heard the sound of a bottle resting on the counter and I froze in my tracks at the voice that followed it.

"Bubblegum is that you?" His voice was soar and dragged, his words barely audible.

"I said are you fucking home, you little bitch." He shouted when I stayed silent and I winced.

"Yes..." I murmur, feeling tears cloud my eyes.

"And you're gonna walk back up the stairs just like that without saying evening to your father."

"You're drunk." My voice came out bitter and I wished he didn't hear it, but then I heard the sound of his heavy footsteps rushing over to me.

I reached for the stairs but he caught my shin in a strong grip, pulling me back down and then grabbing a fistful of my hair to lift me so that I could face him.

"Listen here you little fuck, try something like that again and I'll-"

"You'll what?" I said in his face, "What'll you dad, you'll embarrass me again, you'll hit me? She's out of your reach now, you can't hurt her more than you already did-"

Before I could finish, he reached a drunk fist back and punched me with all his might. My head jerks back and my teeth clash with my cheek filling my mouth with blood.

I saw nothing in his eyes, it remains the same, it never changes after what I did. What I cause, I can't say he hurts me anymore when I'm the one who deserves it.

I hate him, so fucking much, but it will always be myself who I hate the most.

I coughed blood on the floor and caught his hand when he was about to hit me again.

"You should go get cleaned up, Chloe will be home soon." I drop his hand and walk blankly up to my room.

I don't know what to feel anymore, how to feel ever since the accident happened. It was like I lost my ability to emotions, to feel, and to care. I know my cheek was turning blue but I didn't even bother. It was only another scar, some being worse.

I washed my mouth and sought warmth in my blankets, staring blankly up at my art-filled ceiling until I could fall asleep.

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