Tangled Love

I can't concentrate at all in class. Every time I try to my mind wanders over to the conversation this morning. Mum's threatening words constantly ring through my ears . . .

Trevor will make you.

I feel physically sick knowing my own mother knows exactly what Trevor does to me but never stops him. The thought alone is enough to cause my stomach to stir, bringing up the contents of my breakfast.

"Emily Wentworth!" A voice booms my name, snapping me out of my daze. My eyes meet with a frustrated set that belong to Mrs Wilkins.

"Yes?"

"Do you know the answer?" Mrs Wilkins asks me, her voice full of irritation.

"No, sorry." I sigh, my cheeks heating up as the entire class turn to look at me.

"That's the third time today you haven't been paying attention Emily. See me after class please." Mrs Wilkins says sternly, turning back towards the board.

I merely nod and lower myself further into my chair, making myself as small as possible.

This day has just gone from bad to worse.

and nothing is distracting me, she lets

and swing it over my shoulder, making my way towards the exit. I'm so focused on rushing straight

up my body from my earlier beatings. I feel my body falling backwards, too weak to steady myself. I prepare myself for a hard landing on the floor but it

cut short as my eyes connect with Jake Melvin. I

I notice his arm is still holding my waist so I

entire time he remains

 The shirt clings tightly on his arms that are muscly and defined, the boy clearly works out. I flinch as I inspect them, knowing how hard the impact would

can't help myself, I'm always on edge.

his back on me.

least I apologised!"

him just as fiercely, watching his

Holy crap, he's turning back

stare. He chuckles quietly, taking a step towards me

smirk playing on his lips. He places them on either side of my head, caging me between him. I can feel his body inches away from me and my throat dries up considerably. The scent of soap and musk mixed in with the faint smell of cigarette

can smell smoke on you. It's

Seriously Emily, why are you speaking to him like this? I'm dead.

please play Shawn Mendes

Jake scoffs, his lips twitching up into a smirk.

you're feisty,