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emory's pov

Β  Β Β  "NO CHRIS." i stand in front of him and try to push his chest to get him back in the car.

"why are you protecting him?" he shouts at the door.

i know it wasn't directly at me but i can't help but jump back.

"fuck." he pulls me into his arms.

home. oh, it's home. i relax into his arms.

"let me go emory." he says as he kisses my head.

"please chris. don't let him hurt me."

"emory please let me go." he drops his arms from me and steps back.

"chris i'm scared." i grab his hand in a begging way.

i'm scared that if chris goes in there sawyer will hurt me. "em come here." nick says holding his arms out to me.

i run to him and bury my face in his chest trying to hide my face.

"he's going in there ain't he?" i ask but i already know the answer.

and part of me believes that's why nick didn't answer. but the other part is he didn't want to break my heart.

i love sawyer. i really do. i just spent the past six months with him. even if the last two weren't perfect the first four were. and those memory's can be erased.

but chris? everything was perfect with him. even the bad times were perfect. there's a knock on the door and i feel my body start to shake in nicks arms. i'm scared beyond sawyer hurting me. i'm scared more of him hurting chris.

if i lost chris actually, i would lose myself. i feel a pair of arms pick me up and wrap around my body. "let's get out of here. i'm sorry." he says walking with me towards the van.

chris knocks on the bathroom door. "come in." i say as i hug my knees to my chest. i've been sitting in the bathtub for over an hour. i'm pruning. chris sits down by the edge of the tub on the opposite end of me but facing me.

"are you okay?"

his eyes look sad. where's my boy at? my chris i had at first.

"are you?"

"fair enough." he says grabbing my hand and kissing the palm of it.

i never knew why he did that but i've never complained because i love when he does that.

"come on emory. let's get out so we can eat and get to bed." he says letting go of my hand.

i grab it just as quickly as he let it go. he grabs my other hand and helps me stand up. i'd never noticed it before but i'm covered head to toe in bruises. it's the worst on my stomach.

it was his punching bag. chris looks away. he closes his eyes and squeezes my hands a little extra harder. he grabs a towel and looks me in my eyes as he wraps it around my body. he finally loses eye contact with me.

i step out of the tub and stand on the floor mat. chris hands me a pair of my underwear. i slip them on and take the towel off of me. i cover up my breast as he hands me a shirt.

one of his. i slip it on over my head and pull up my leggings. "come here." he says stretching his arms out.

i walk towards him and he wraps me in a hug. he rest his chin on top of my head.

"i'm not hungry. i'm really tired. can we just go to bed?" i pressing the side of my face to his chest.

"yes. i'll take you to your room." he says trying to walk away.

i pull back and look at him in his face. "no. can i please sleep with you?"

he searches my face but then nods.

i follow behind him out to his room. i get in on my side of the bed and curl up. no matter how cozy i am i still feel cold. chris turns off the lights and locks the door. it makes me feel safer for some reason.

like no one can just walk right in. i feel the bed dip beside me and the covers slightly move.

"can you hold me?" i say just above a whisper.

he doesn't reply but pulls me to his chest. he wraps a hand in my hair and kisses my forehead.

"i swear i'll never let you go again. you don't got to worry emory." he says.

and this time i believe him. i allow myself to melt into his chest and give my heart and soul to him again.

i don't reply but breath in his scent and grab ahold of his shirt trying to pull him closer to me.


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