His Mission

Mum knocks on my bedroom door for the millionth time and I groan, rolling over in my sleep.

"Emily, you've got half an hour to be up and ready!" She yells through the crack in the door. I hear her footsteps grow fainter as she walks back down the stairs.

"Screw you." I mutter, flipping a finger at the door. I know she can't see me but I earn a sense of satisfaction from it.

Does Mum seriously want to walk around and act like the perfect family all day?

I haven't seen any of Mum's or Dad's family since he died. It's almost as if Mum wanted to isolate herself after his death. Once Trevor came along, he made sure we never spoke to our relatives again. I remember having endless days where I felt insanely lonely, nothing but my teddy bears and barbie dolls to keep me company. Considering it's been six years since I've seen my family, I'm feeling a little nervous.

I glance at the outfit I bought yesterday that's hung up on my wardrobe door. Yes, I know . . . I'm pretty last minute.

It's a light pink dainty dress that ends just above my knees. It's a gorgeous lace collar that made me feel pretty and feminine when I tried it on. I'm wearing nude tights underneath to hide my scars and white pumps that I'd found in the back of my wardrobe. Comfy but cute.

Mum using Trevor as a threat against me is still fresh in my mind and I couldn't look her in the eyes anymore. I plan on ignoring her and Trevor the whole way there and back. It wasn't as if we had anything interested to say to each other anyway. How sad is that?

After showering, changing and completing my hair and makeup, I'm finally ready.

"Twenty three minutes, not bad." I grin, feeling proud of myself. How many other girls can say they got ready in that time?

My stomach still flares up in pain and I'mon constant painkillers to dull the pain out but I manage to make myself look presentable. I grab my phone off my bed and tuck it into the small shoulder bag I'm taking with me. Exhaling slowly I open my bedroom door and walk downstairs.

Let's get this over with.

*****

wedding ceremony was incredibly

I was officially pooped out. My eyes became heavy, fluttering shut. I was

the culprit - Trevor. He was frowning at me, eyes burning holes through mine. I sighed and sat up straighter, willing for the

tears and she hugged me tightly. I grinned

even if it is only for a

party room to celebrate in style. AKA - Get so drunk, you

I went. All I want is to sleep, is that so much to ask?

mention of my name and my eyes connect with my favorite

knocking him backwards slightly. He chuckles quietly, returning my hug. I rest

haven't seen him

days with him and Grandma and we'd spend endless hours by the lake. I listened carefully whilst my Grandad fished and told me all about his adventurous childhood stories. He was older now and a lot smaller than I remembered him. He woody scent remained the exact same and I inhaled it, a smile

so much Elly," he smiles, sadness filling his

little embarrassed for the way I reacted. I've always thought about him over the years but didn't know how to get in contact. Mum always refused if

I murmur, hugging him harder. He holds onto me and strokes my hair before re-assuring me that everything is going to be okay. He repeats

sure of

he plans to make it okay but I hold onto his words tightly. . . He's my

*****

my stomach where huge ugly bruises stare back at me. I feel hideous. They don't seem to be healing which concerns me that some- thing is definitely wrong. I sigh in defeat, knowing I can't

I possibly