Chapter 2

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 I’m done with my hair and brushing my teeth. 

“Good morning.” Mrs Emerson greeted with a smile, placing a plate with toast and eggs in front of me. I smiled and grab the fork to eat. Everyone ate in silence while Aiden stares at me. 

“Aiden, so when will your apartment be ready?” Mr Emerson asks, breaking the silence and Aiden’s awkward stares. 

“Should be ready by the weekend,” he answered in a short tone and glared at me again. 

“Excuse me.” I grab my bag and run for the door. The school is near to where I stay now, so I can walk. I swear if I didn’t have my last warning, I would’ve run away again, but the judge made it clear that this would be my last warning. If I screw up again, they will toss me into rehab with no escape.

I fucking hate this, the constant feeling of being alone. I had an amazing life before all this shit. My parents were perfect. Why did my father have to go to that seminar and drag my mother with him?

I can still hear my Mother’s voice “Emily, I love you, take care of yourself,” and then a gunshot silenced her. Until today, they never arrested the robbers that invited themselves to the seminar.

I wish I could have been more like my mother, but life threw me in a direction and I have no idea how to turn around, and ever since then I have tried to catch my breath, and the only way I can forget about my Mothers last phone call is to smoke pot and use whatever drug makes me feel better and forget the most horrible night of my life. 

“You need to get your life in order young lady, you need to start

thinking about your future, the people you’re hanging out won’t help you..” 

Yeah fuck you, Mr I have a law degree, and think you know everything, but you never lost your parents at 14 and had to move from one foster home to another, live on the streets and smoke pot to fucking feel better. I said out loud when a BMW pulled up next to me. 

“Need a ride?” Aiden asked, his window rolled down and gosh. He looks even more attractive than last night. 

“No thank you, school is just around the corner.”

“I wasn’t actually asking. Get in the car,” he demands. 

I walked closer to his

rolled-down window. I

leaned inside and smiled at him. 

“Okay, you might be a successful business owner at 24, but listen very carefully, for 3 and a half years, I manage on my own. I don’t need any of your pity or charity. I can cope on my own.”

I said with a smirk on my face. The last thing I need is for the sexiest bachelor in town to see me as broken. 

“Yeah, I can see you cope on your own.” he looked down when a small piece of  plastic bag with pot fell out of my pocket. I don’t respond while picking it up. 

“Okay, suit yourself,” he says before spinning his Million dollar BMW. 

Fuck school. I turned around and grab a taxi and went to the one place that makes me feel better. 

“What’s up girl,” Joe said, in her usual cheerful tone. Yup, that’s what pot and drugs do. They make you feel cheerful and as soon as the feeling wears off, you turn back to reality and feel like shit again.

None of these people hanging out at the docks speaks about their past, or why they even use drugs or pot, and noe one is asking.

. We would sit in a circle and pass the joint around until only a little piece of white is left of the joint.

It’s almost dark, and I still feel like shit. Jade pulled out a small piece of plastic with whatever drugs he has inside there. 

“You want one?” he asks. I grabbed one without

answering

him. 

“That’s what I thought.” with a smirk on his face like he just won the lotto. I

choke

down the pill without overthinking it.

Everyone talked shit and my head started spinning. For the first time, I could feel like a person again. None of the conversations makes sense, but I laugh and I don’t know for what.

. The next thing I felt was hands around my waist, pulling me on top of his lap. I can’t make out who it is, but fuck, it feels good.

I was about to join him for a kiss until someone grabs him and beat the shit out of him. I had to concentrate before I saw a figure that looks just like Aiden on top of whoever tried to kiss me. 

“Get off him,” I yell at Aiden. The rest of the gang sitting in silence, minding their own business. 

“What a hell is wrong with you?” he turned his face towards me, asking me what a fuck is wrong with me. Is he serious now? I half laughed at him, still high as fuck and hope the feeling last for as

long as I need it. 

“Get in the car,” he demands, but I ignore him

until he threw me over his shoulder and

carries

me to his car. I don’t respond, well I actually respond laughing at him. 

He tried to clamp the seatbelt the moment he placed me in the car seat while turning up the heat. I don’t even feel cold, even though it’s freezing outside. He still struggles with the seatbelt, and I don’t make it easy for him. I keep dragging my fingers through his dark, glossy, perfect fucking billionaire hair. 

“You know, we’re all doomed. One day we will all die, even with a seatbelt,” I announced, laughing still. 

“Please stay still so I can clamp the seatbelt.” 

“Why, don’t you want to f**k me? It’s easier without the seatbelt.” He kept quiet and finally got the seatbelt clamped. 

“So, Mr Emerson Aiden,

or Mr Billionaire whatever you call yourself. Where to? Are you taking me home? Please do take me home.

I’m sure your lovely mother would be so disappointed in me and throw me back on the streets. Or better yet, call the judge and cry with no idea how to help this broken fucking child.”

I leaned closer, almost lying on his shoulder. His deep grey eyes staring at me, with pure fucking disappointment in his eyes, or is it

pity?

I can’t really tell. Shit, what a hell was in that pill? 

“I will take you to my apartment, it’s not ready yet, but it’s at least decent enough to spend the night,” He

said with his eyes focussed on the road.