Tangled Love

Emily's POV -

I twiddle my thumbs and actually laugh out loud as I realise what I'm doing. This is how I know I've reached the ultimate peak of boredom. I sigh and attempt to brush my hair back with my fingers, grimacing at how dirty the strands feel.

I grab my phone from my bedside table, turning it on. My eyes widen as it springs to life and I realise I have over fifty messages. I scroll through them, pausing on one from my mother —

I'm so sorry Emily.

I re-read the text over and over again until the four words begin to blur on the screen. Jake's words play through my mind and I shake my head, feeling hurt.

How could she only visit me in the hospital once?

I'm her daughter, her only daughter.

What is she

Me being kidnapped?

Trevor

by Jones?

was my real father?

way she treated, spoke or threatened me with

The list is

overwhelmed with pain. It hurts to have my only alive treat me like I'm non existent. My relationship with her has completely

work on building it back up but right now, things are too raw, cut too deep. I need time to allow the wounds to heal, metaphorically

proof of the turmoil I've been through. My scars show I'm a fighter and instead of being ashamed of them, I want to learn to embrace them. The scars are part of me and I have to come to

that run up and down my skin but now is the time to finally be at peace with my scars. I trace over my wrists, remembering how the ropes had cut deep into them a mere four weeks ago.

told me Jones was dead, I remember feeling empty. I didn't register the fact he was really gone but once it hit me, a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. Even with him behind bars, I wouldn't have felt

phone off and throw it to the end

expecting to find Jake standing there. My eyes meet with two police officers,I've never seen either of them