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.

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

and swing it over my shoulder, making my way towards the exit. I'm so focused on rushing straight out of her class that I'm not looking where I'm going

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

my eyes connect with Jake Melvin. I instantly feel the breath knock out of me, the cold in his eyes darkening further.

have another stare off with him. I notice his arm is still holding my waist so I clear my throat, a red blush creeping up my neck. His eyes flicker between both of mine before he drops his arm back to his side and

he remains

his arms that are muscly and defined, the boy clearly works out.

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

next time," Jake mutters quietly, turning his back on

I apologised!"

I stare up at him just as fiercely, watching his body still before he does a slow turn.

Holy crap, he's turning back around.

taking a step towards me so that my back presses against the wall. I gulp nervously, glancing down the hallway for any sign of

inches away from

I can smell smoke on you. It's gross."

Seriously Emily, why are you speaking to him

play Shawn Mendes at my funeral.

lips twitching up into a smirk.

"So you're feisty,