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.

re-assuring Mrs Wilkins I'm fine and nothing is distracting me, she lets me leave. Teachers are so

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

hit and groan quietly as pain flares 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 never happens. A warm hand is slid around my waist, the arm tightening around me securely. I feel myself being pulled back up onto my feet and I open

"Thank you, I — " my words are cut short as my eyes connect with Jake Melvin. I instantly

is still holding my waist so I clear my throat, a red blush creeping up my neck.

The entire time he remains silent.

followed by jet black jeans. Casual and plain but on him, it works. The shirt clings tightly on his arms that are muscly and defined, the boy clearly works out. I flinch as I inspect

myself, I'm always on

time," Jake mutters quietly, turning his back on me. I frown at his

I apologised!"

as fiercely, watching his body still before he does a

crap, he's turning back around.

over with his usual cold hard stare. He chuckles quietly, taking a step towards me so that my back presses against the wall. I gulp nervously, glancing down the

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 smoke ravels around me. I

smoke on

speaking to him like this? I'm dead. Officially

please play Shawn Mendes at my funeral.

Jake scoffs, his lips twitching up into

"So you're feisty, huh Muffin?"