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looking at me for a moment and then at the ground. "Thanks." She says, but to Jessie, not me.

"Mhmm. We should get going, you up for that?" Jessica asks. Emma just nods and gets up like passing out is nothing. I sigh and follow them out and to, second hour at this point.

Chapter four

 ~Emma~

 

"Yeah. I'll meet you there." I tell Jessie after school. About 15 minutes later I arrive at the cafe. I text her asking where she is when i don't find her. My phone goes off at the same time as someone else's, so I look up. To find Troy. I pull out my phone quickly and read Jessica's text.

Sorry. I set both of you up. Now talk. Have fun!

She sends a winky face at the end. I roll my eyes and look up to meet Troys unreadable gaze. I sigh and walk up to the table he's sitting at.

"I guess I should say thanks. For both things earlier." I say not showing any emotion in my voice.

"I did it for my sister, not you." He says with equal emotion. I roll my eyes in response. "What's with your lip and temple?" He asks. I gulp and my breathing quickens.

"Um." I clear my throat before continuing. "Nothing. I just feel." I lie, looking anywhere but him. "I gotta go." I don't give him a chance to respond before I literally run out of the cafe. I run all the way back to my house, because I was already late and no offense but if he's going to find out about John then staying there isn't worth it. When I get to my house there is another car in the driveway. A police car??

"Emma!" I hear behind me. Shit.

"Troy?!" I whip around and see Troy walking from his car, just as John opens the door.

"Hey-" He cuts himself off when he sees Troy. I gulp, as Troy gets closer.

"What are you doing here?!" I whisper shout.

"Well you ran off and dropped your phone so I followed you here. Is that your dad? What's with the police?" I snatch my phone from his hand and tell him I'll talk to him tomorrow. I dart up the stairs and past John, flinching when he slams the door shut. I throw my backpack in my room and slowly go to the living room.

"Hi honey. How was school?" John asks, in the sweetest voice he can. It may sound like a "loving father" to everyone else but not to me. I see behind it. 

"Fine." I respond sitting across the room, closer to the police officers. "Hi. How can we help you?" I ask.

"Well, we just wanted to check up on everything." The woman responds, looking directly at me.

"Yeah. Since your dad got arrested and his friend had to bust him out we'll be checking on you guys every month." The guy says, glaring at John.

"So, how is everything?" Its the woman again.

"Great." I lie trough clenched teeth. They stay for a little bit longer and I see them out. "Have a good night." I tell them. I walk back up the stairs and John throws another bottle. I shriek at the impact sending shards flying every which way, multiple in my stomach and arms. The doorbell rings and I start picking up the glass. John goes to the door and opens it.

"What?" He growls. I see two shadows but can't identify them.

"Hi!" I hear a familiar bubbly voice. Shit. Jessie and Troy. "We're friends of Emma's!" I ignore the pain in my stomach and rush down the stairs but throw on a sweater.

"Hey guys. Let's talk outside..." I slip past John and he kicks the back of my knee, causing me to fall into Troy as John slams the door. He catches me, but the glass presses harder into my stomach and arm making me groan in pain. "Sorr-"

"Are you okay?" Jessie cuts me off.

"Yeah. Fine. So what brings you guys here, again?" I look directly at Troy when I say that.

"Troy just said that there was police officers at your house so we came over. Right Troy?" She looks at her brother but he pays no attention to her as he narrows his eyes at me.

"What's with the blood?" He asks coldly. I look down and sure enough, the blood had soaked through my gray sweater. Shit.

"Well, I got my period and was sitting on this when it happened." I lied playing with my hair. 

"Typically that wouldn't be spreading." I gulp as I try to think of another lie but he just shakes his head and looks at his sister. "Why did you make me come over to check on a self centered, lying, brat?" My eyes widen and Jessie hits his arm.

"Troy!" 

"What? It's true." He starts to walk away, but the door opening behind me shoves me down the stairs into Troy, again. I land on top of him, who managed to land on his back, with his hands secured on my hips. I study his face and he does the same with me, when John ruins it.

"Alright, play time is over. Emma, house. Now! You two, can leave." I quickly get off of him and scramble up the stairs, muddering a goodbye to Jessie before rushing past John. Tonight, will be horrible.

Chapter five

 ~Emma~

 

I can barely move but I know that I need to, to get the glass out. I go to the bathroom and grab my first aid kit that has almost everything I need in it. About half an hour later, I have the ten pieces of glass out of my arm and stomach. I patch everything up, and get ready for school. When I get down stairs, John is already there looking evil as ever.

"So about those friends of yours." He sneers the word friends. "I wont be doing anything in the morning, because they look smart. They could find out. And we can have that, now can we?" I just nod and dart down the stairs and out the door. I run all the way to school and when I arrive I see Jessie leaning against a car talking to her brother. I walk up to them and the second Troy sees me he walks off.

"Hey..." I start.

"Hi Em!" She starts walking to the building so I begin following her.

"So, what's with your brother?" I ask.

"Oh trust me, he's not as bad as he seems. Hes protective and doesn't like me hanging out with other people. He's really a good person, and brother. He'll come around to you eventually." She assures me, followed by a sqeeze of my hand. She drags me all the way to our first class (we have all the same classes) and sits me next to her. I notice that Troy hasn't come in by the time the bell has rung and the teacher takes attendance. I zone out most of class until I hear something about a partner project. Mrs. Crow names off pairs when I hear some familiar names.

"Steve and Britney (his girlfriend), Xander and Franco, Stephanie and Vera (Stephanie is Xander's girlfriend), and Emma with Jessica. There, everyone has a partner. Wait... Troy still needs someone-"

"We can work with him." I hear, before I realize that I said it. Oh shit.

"That's very nice of you two Emma. Well then, we'll have a group of three." I notice the many glares from most of the girls in the class, that I 'stole' Troy. The bell rings and we're out in a flash. The rest of the day is boring, and neither of us saw Troy again until the end of the day, when we walked out to the parking lot, and saw him leaning against their car, smoking. I leave Jessie behind I walk faster up to him, snatching the cigarette from between his lips and smashing it under my foot.

"Smoking is bad for you." I smirk at him before turning and walking away, yelling bye to Jessie. I steal a glance behind me to Troy who can't deside between being shocked or angry. I giggle at this and run the rest of the way back to the bar I work at. Just as I'm about to clean up and leave, the door opens again. I groan and turn to see... Why him again? "Troy?" My voice echos through the empty bar.

"Emma? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." I state.

"I asked you first."

"I work here. Now what's your reason?" 

"Jessie is out with some of her old friends and I can't stand them and then my parents started fighting so I came here. It's like a five minute walk from where I live." I sits down across from me and I ask what he wants. "Dunno. Surprise me." I just pour him jack and coke on the rocks. "Is it even legal for you to work here?" 

"Nope. The owner doesn't care though and I need the money." I respond. "Is it even legal for you to be drinking that?" He doesn't respond and just takes another drink. "That's what I thought." It's silent for a while until he breaks it.

"You're lying."

"What?" I ask baffled.

"About your head, and stomach. Say, what's with all the bandages on your arm?" He asks raising a challenging eyebrow.

"There was a... A... Stray cat... Outside. And when I went to go to school, I got attacked by it." I horribly lie. God, you know, after almost 12 years of doing this, you'd think I'd be better. I can lie to absolutely anyone else, but the second Troy comes around, I'm a blubbering mess.

"That doesn't explain the head, stomach, or the fact that you were cleaning up glass last night." He takes a final swig of his drink so I pour him another one.

"I was doing the dishes and the doorbell scared me so I dropped it a cup." I lie again.

"What about how aggressive your dad was with you? You fell into me twice. Both of those, his fault." I can't think of anything so is do something else.

"What is it to you? You're the big bad Mr. Bad Boy, you know, the cliche 'dont give a fuck about anything at all' type of guy. The only person you care about other than yourself is Jessie." I sort of regret it the second the words leave my mouth but I don't show him that.

"So would you like me to not keep those assholes off of you? Or not bring you to get help when you randomly