The high school bully’s obsession. [completed]

Chapter4. Emma

Why does fate hates me so much? Haven't I had enough problems to worry about already and now this? I didn't want Tyler in my life right now because he was and is bad news. He's the guy parents would tell their children to stay away from. But luckily for me I have no parents who would tell me that, only a bunch of abusive people who would probably sacrifice me to him knowing his reputation.

I wondered why he was so adamant that I was his? I'm only fifteen years old and has so many things on my shoulders at such a tender age that no one should experience. I’ve never even thought about having a boyfriend because all I could think about was leaving once I am eighteen, if I live to see my eighteenth birthday.

Sometimes I feel like I would die from the beatings I received. I often wish I did die when they were done with me because I was tired of it all. I had so many reasons to give up but right now with the presence of Tyler, I knew that he would keep his word by protecting me and so I had to have a little faith. Faith, something I lost a long time ago. I gave up hoping that someone would come and rescue me and now that person was here in the form of Tyler scot.

Tyler is full of tattoos, not your typical high school boy. He is tall, too tall for his age and muscular. Most of the girls here would talk about what they would do to him in a s****l way, even though they feared him they wouldn’t mind if he walked up to one of them and told her she was his. He had so many girls in this school that I kept on wondering why he was making me his. I didn’t want to be with a player so I wasn’t sure if i should take him up on his offer or he was just using me.

I really didn’t want to be his. I wanted to be free, free to live my life how i wanted. I knew i was in a lot of trouble because my brother was in all of my classes and only one of Tyler’s friend was in all of my classes seeing as how he might be younger than them. I knew that he would report to Tyler if I was talking to anyone and I didn’t want them starting a fight because of me.

I sighed and looked around and saw that my so call siblings had seen the interaction between Tyler and I and was planning to run home to mommy and daddy dearest. I cursed to myself because I knew what was waiting for me when I get home and I really didn’t want to go home because I couldn’t take another beating on top of the ones I got before.

They would make sure I was unconscious by the time they are through with me, when I do regain consciousness, I would resort to cutting. I know that’s not the way out but it was the only thing I knew that gives me comfort. Seeing the blood flowing down my arms from a cut I just gave myself brought a sort of thrill through my body and I got used to it so I continued.

One thing with my family though, was once I started school they had stopped hitting me in my face, they didn’t want anyone to get suspicious of what’s going on. Other parts of my body were ok, but not my face so that’s why I started wearing baggy clothes. I didn’t really know what it would be like to dress sexy because I had a lot of scars on my body. Not my feet and hands, just my abdomen, back and chest. That’s the area where they woild hit me the most since I could cover it wth the rags I wore.

I would cover my body in clothes that are way too big for me so no one would notice my scars and bruises. I don’t wear anything expensive, my clothes are rags. Sometimes they are torn up so I don’t know why Tyler was interested in me. I was nothing, no one. I didn’t wear makeup in times like this when I’m at school because I didn’t have any bruises on my face. My hair was always up in a messy bun and I didn’t feel like taking care of myself anymore. All my energy had been drained from my body all because of this family that chose to adopt me and then torture me and let me become their slave.

Maybe Tyler came over to me because this was a bet or some sort of sick twisted game he was playing with his friends but I wasn’t sure.

“ how are you going to know if you don’t give him a chance stupid?” I whispered to myself trying to tell myself that it was ok to let him in. I was just scared. Scared of trusting someone and end up getting hurt in the process, I don’t know what would happen to me if I found out that Tyler was lying.

What I do know is that My life was over the minute they declared me adopted by Elizabeth Henry and Steven Henry so if Tyler was planning on saving me then I guess he’s just a little too late for that. I didn’t need saving because I was already dead, dead to the world and everyone around. No one cares about me and I don’t want anyone to get close to me because I would rather be lonely. I don’t need love because I grew up without it, it’s all for the best if Tyler forgot about me and move on with his life because I can’t be helped no matter how hard he tries.