“You will move to the Emerson’s family,” the judge announced, his voice echoing through the cold courtroom. His final words hung in the air, making me jump as he used his gavel to close my argument to move to yet another foster home. My name is Emily. For the past three years, I have been caught in a perpetual cycle of living in between foster homes, on the unforgiving streets The tragic loss of my parents when I was only fourteen left me with no choice but to rely on the mercy of the foster system. Unfortunately, my only living relative, deemed me too much of a burden due to my unpredictable moods. Consequently, I have been tossed from one foster family to another like a forgotten toy. With only four months left until my eighteenth birthday, I find myself being sent to live with the Emerson family. From what I've heard, they have two daughters and a son named Aiden, whose ego supposedly matches his oversized shoes. Aiden Emerson, a name that resonates throughout the Ford Anglia School. He holds the distinction of being the youngest student to become a billionaire at the tender age of twenty-four he had become the proud owner of eight thriving establishments. Will they be able to cope with me, considering my troubled past? Or will I end up running away again, seeking solace on the unforgiving streets where I learned to numb my pain with drugs and temporary escapes? Now, here I am, on my way to the Emerson family, my last stop before I turn eighteen and gain the freedom to decide my own fate. I can't help but wonder what lies ahead. Will my past mistakes and inner demons continue to haunt me, pushing me towards the edge of oblivion?
View MoreAiden gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. The road stretched out before him, disappearing into the distance, but his mind was consumed by the argument that had just erupted between us. “I will drop you off at my parent’s house,” he announced, his voice filled with frustration. I stared out the window, my gaze fixed on the passing scenery. The words hung heavily in the air, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. My heart sank as I realized where this was heading. “No, then you can drop me off at the docks,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “At least no one will judge me.” Aiden suddenly turned his face to look at me, his eyes burning with anger. The intensity of his gaze made me flinch, but I refused to back down. “Are you fucking serious now?” he exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. “I didn’t judge you. I’ve told you how many times that you are the only one that judges your own actions. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and fucking act like an a
EMILY’S POV.I wake up, Aiden’s legs wrapped around my waist, and my head rested on his chest. I need the bathroom and fast, but Aiden’s body is wrapped around me. I can’t move. I tried waking him up, but it's like a ghost lying next to me. I wiggled until I’m out of his grip. It's 3 AM, but it feels much later. How long have we been sleeping like this? I used the bathroom and made coffee.I’m honestly still tired but don't want to lie on the couch again with Aiden, okay I do, but like always I would rather lay down on the floor than having to withstand resentment, even though we had a moment again, I still can’t open up and just let him in.I sit in silence listing to his snores. School starts in less than 4 hours, and here I’m sitting listing to Aiden snoring and a cup of coffee, we're I’m supposed to sleep. I sigh when I think abo
“Emily?” Aiden calls as he opens the door for me to get out. I completely shut down and didn't realize him climbing out of the car.He held out his hand for me to get out, but I rejected it and climbed out by myself.“I will order food,” he said when we entered the apartment. It looks different from what it looked yesterday.There is a lot more furniture and the walls are painted a cream colour, and the kitchen cabinets replaced and cherry red. Yesterday it looks like the apartment was falling apart.It actually looks nice, too classy for me. A completely fucking rich man's apartment.I moved towards the couch and grab my phone from my bag.I ignored Aiden for at least an hour while scrolling through my phone. I had a few messages from Joe who went on and on about how Aiden picked me up yesterday, and she can’t believe that the richest young man in town pulled me out of the docks.S
Aiden is silent while driving me to school. I know I might be dramatic, but I never really had someone to show me how to deal with emotions. I kept quiet as well until he stopped in front of the school.“Thank you,” I said while sliding out of the car seat. Aiden just smiled before he took off. Maybe the kiss wasn’t as good for him as it was for me. I pushed that emotion to the back of my mind and tried not to think about it.“Are you serious?” Jocelyn s
I woke up with a massive headache and in an unknown apartment. Not that it bothers me. I’m used to waking up in different beds every now and again.“Morning,” Aiden greets walking in with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I tried to remember last night, but it’s a complete blank.“Did you sleep okay?” I nodded, climbing out of bed.“Clearly you 're not a morning person,” he said in a playful tone, but me, being me, takes it as offences“I’m not a person at all, so stop the small talk and take me home.”“Listen, Emily, whatever shit life you had before, fucking deal with it, you’re not lost and you still have people who care about you,” he declared openly with an annoying attitude.“Care a
“This is your apartment?” I ask when Aiden pulled into the parking lot. I swear my eyes are still foggy. There is no way a billionaire is staying in such a dumb?“Yes, as I said, it’s not done yet.” he opens the passenger door and yet again struggles to unlock the seatbelt.“It must be exhausting?”“What?” he asks,smiling.Please stop smiling with those beautiful dimples, asking me to kiss you. I silentl
My alarm clock shrieks through this enormous room. I hit the clock to shut it up with my eyes still closed. I heard Mrs Emerson call Ivory to brush her teeth and Jocelyn yelling for Ivory to finish up in the bathroom.I let out a sigh before I dragged myself out of bed before Mrs Emerson decides to look up on me. I changed into school clothes, which looks hideous on me.“Your dress is too tight Emily.”I can already hear the English teacher when I enter her classroom. So Mrs Emerson bought new school clothes for the last semester. Just four months Emily, four months. I said out loud, looking into the mirror.Everyone was waiting in the kitchen by the time
EMILY’s POV“This will be your room Emily, feel free to decorate as you wish. You will find in the attic what you need.”Mrs Emerson sounds and looks just as nervous as I am, well not that I’m nervous. I know I won’t be here long enough to even decorate the damn room.The entire house is anyway too classyfor me. I remember Mrs Johnson,Oh yes, that was my previous foster Mother, I sold her Chinese cutlery
EMILY’s POV“This will be your room Emily, feel free to decorate as you wish. You will find in the attic what you need.”Mrs Emerson sounds and looks just as nervous as I am, well not that I’m nervous. I know I won’t be here long enough to even decorate the damn room.The entire house is anyway too classyfor me. I remember Mrs Johnson,Oh yes, that was my previous foster Mother, I sold her Chinese cutlery...
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