The high school bully’s obsession. [completed]

Chapter2. Emma

(THIS BOOK CONTAINS BOTH PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION. I know that there are a lot of grammatical errors that I need to work on and I promise to get to it as soon as I have the chance to. I hope you can look past any mistakes I’ve made because it was bound to happen. I’m new to writing so bear with me for now because I don’t have the time to edit right now. But I promise I will in the near future.)

(PROLOGUE)

(Emma)

When I was a little girl I would daydream about a family that would love me unconditionally. That they would take me away from this place and take care of me and buy all of the dolls I needed and pretty clothes, but that never happened. At age five I was adopted by the third richest people in New Zealand, I went to live with them in Auckland. When I got there they took me to a mansion so big I kept thinking it was a castle. I was a little too eager to start my new life there, living like a princess and getting the most expensive gifts and my very own room but that didn’t happen.

At that tender age of five, I was taken to a small room at the back of the house with no furniture or electricity in it but at least it had water. That’s where they told me would be my room from now on. I looked around it not understanding anything that was going on and stupidly opened my mouth to ask. My adopted mother Elizabeth Henry backhanded me right there and I fell to the floor screaming and crying.

“Listen here you little s**t, the only reason you are here is to help out around the house. You are the slave to this family from now on, if you so much as open your mouth again I will have them cut your tongue out. Do you want that?” She asked me menacingly and I shook my head trying to get away from her. I looked over at my adopted father Steven Henry with hope in my eyes and he just stood there with a smirk on his face.

They left shortly after and I stood up and looked around my new room, at least it was better than the one at the orphanage....my young mind thought as I smiled to myself. I began sweeping the floor with an old broom I saw there getting rid of all of the dust and cobwebs, when it was squeaky clean, I crawled over to the corner of it and sat down with my head in my lap. My dark brown hair cascaded over my face and unto my neck. I sighed and closed my eyes. This was my life from now on and I was going to do everything in my power so I can repay them for taking me out of that place no matter what they do to me.

(CHAPTER2)

(TEN YEARS LATER)

Over the years I have worked hard to prove to these people that I was worthy of love but every day they would tell me that I was nothing, that no one wanted me not even my real parents. My adopted parents had three children already and they all acted like a prince and princesses, not wanting to do any of the housework or so much as make a cup of tea. I was the only one who would do that. My room was my safe haven, when I was there no one would bother me and that’s how I like it.

My adopted siblings made my life a living hell, the boy who is Jason Henry age sixteen is the one who I feared the most. He hated me with a passion. Once when I was cooking he came into the kitchen and took the pot of hot oil off the stove and poured it all over my body, to this day I had the burns to show and I was only twelve when that happened. I tried my best to avoid him as much as I can. He is my worst nightmare and sometimes I feel that he wants me dead by the looks he’s been giving me.

My sister Catherine Henry age fifteen was the drama queen of the family. If a leaf even fall on her she would blame me for it and my mother would beat me so hard to the point where I would pass out. I don’t even know why they hated me so much. I have done nothing wrong. I just thought that I would finally have a family who loves me but I was wrong.

My other sister Sophia Henry was the quiet one but she was the deadliest. She would always think of new ways to torment me and make my life a living hell. I had no peace with this family, especially Steven Henry. He would always grope me in a s****l way and I would always be disgusted by it. I once told Elizabeth and she and her children beat me so hard I was unconscious for almost a day. They called me a liar and told me that no one would touch used-up trash like me.

To think that I would get away from it all when I’m at school I was wrong. Everyone there bullied me both physically and mentally. I don’t know how I was so strong to stay alive but I was going to if I wanted to leave here when the time was right. I know that God has something good in store for me, I just have to get through this and pray that someone comes along and takes me away from here.

Sometimes I would picture myself with a loving family, how different my life would be if that’s really what happened. I scoffed to myself because at this rate nothing ever seems to go my way. I hated it all, hated my life right now. It seems as if I was born unlucky. I couldn’t escape these people no matter how hard I try. I found myself crying a lot lately, I was a mess and I know it. I was just an easy target for them, someone they could use as a punching bag and it only got worse because I allowed it all to happen to me. I never fought back and probably never would because I’m weak. My life as you know it was over the minute I entered the lives of Mr. and Mrs.henry.