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

the exit. I'm so focused on rushing straight out of her

too weak to steady myself. I prepare myself for a hard landing on the floor but it never happens. A warm hand is

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

still holding my waist so I

time he remains silent.

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

I'm always on edge.

back on me. I frown at his words, narrowing my eyes.

least I apologised!"

fiercely, watching his body still before he does a

Holy crap, he's turning back around.

an emotion I don't recognise. It doesn't last long as it's quickly masked 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 hallway for any sign of help. No luck.

watch in fear as Jake raises his arms, a 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

smell smoke on

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

play Shawn Mendes at my funeral.

scoffs, his lips twitching up into

you're feisty,