Free I'm Your Bully (Bully Book Series 1) by Andrea Tyse Page B

were sweet then they turned suspicious and demanding, “ Where r u ?” 
     
    Emma wanted to text him, “help” or “come get me” but instead she just fisted her phone, got to her knees and then her feet using the wall to help.  Slowly creeping upstairs to her room, Emma all but collapsed onto her mattress.  Tears leaked out of her eyes and into her ears and downward, Emma was afraid.  Afraid that Jax would get in trouble if he found out what her dad did. 
     
    She didn’t want her dad to get in trouble either because Emma loved him.  How fucked up was that?  What did that make her? This was all going to go badly, she thought. 
     
    If she could just keep it together long enough Emma could make enough money and get out.  No one would get in trouble, Jax wouldn’t know how fucked up she was and then maybe he would still be into her. 
     
    Jax didn’t strike Emma as someone who would take being blown off lightly, but she didn’t have a lot of options.  Calling the police was not going to work. Daddy would get in trouble for a few days then probably be out within a week.  Emma just wanted out, away from all this. Going to the hospital was going to take a day or two. Fearing that her daddy might not let her go was in the back of her mind.  He didn’t know about the phone she had.  Dread was crawling its way into Emma’s chest. She hurt so bad, she just wanted to lay there and die.  It did occur to Emma that maybe she wasn’t thinking rationally.  Maybe making any decisions right now was a bad idea.  But Emma had to make a plan.  Making the best of a bad situation wasn’t working.  In the mean time she would ignore Jax and get the hell out of town when she could.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Y won’t u talk to me?
    Where r u?
    U home?
    U sleepin?
     
    Then Jax stopped texting her for two whole days.  Emma cried and clutched the phone to her until finally he broke the silence.
     
    I tried to see u but ur dad told me u hated me and to leave u alone? 
     
    The next text was
     
    WTF....
     
    Calling in sick the last two days at work, Emma was pretty sure that Jax would have checked there to see what was going on only to find that she was talking to them, but not him.  Emma was scared, more scared then she’d ever been.  She hurt so bad that moving from the bathroom to her bed was excruciating.  Her ribs protesting violently to every breath and movement she made.  She moved like an old woman hunched over and slow. 
     
    Emma had tried to make one attempt to leave the house to go to the emergency room, but her dad had stood at the bottom of the stairs blocking the landing.  Being too stiff and sore to fight, Emma turned around and went back to her room. 
     
    She thought that all her Dad’s anger had been from finding out Emma had stayed the night at Jax’s house, but instead he hadn’t even noticed she was gone all night. Looking at the ripped up books, flipped over mattress and clothes strewn all over the place, it looked like someone had tossed the place.  Fuzzy images of coming home that night flashed in her mind, images of her dad throwing her favorite book in her face and screaming about her leaving him. 
     
    Emma could remember running for the kitchen on instinct as he snatched her by the back of the head. Assuming from the destroyed state of her room, her dad had found her get away money when he went through Emma’s things looking for booze money.  The smell of alcohol would forever sicken her stomach.
     
    Jax probably hated her now.  It was probably for the best that he didn’t get involved in this drama, he had a good life.  He didn’t need the trash from next door complicating things for him.  He was going places, she was going nowhere. 
     
    Looking down at the little slim black phone Emma popped the battery out of the back.  She crept over to the small pile of her things on the floor she’d been able to salvage and hid it in case her dad came back looking