I would have never have thought that something so bad would have ever happened to me. From having so many good friends, being on the All-star softball team and living in California with both of my parents, to the shy new girl that came in seven weeks after the first semester started at my new school in Florida. Now only living with my Dad, I just never thought that my life would take such an unexpected turn. I mean, I knew what my Mother was doing was wrong, and of course I was scared to do something about it.
The last time it happened was last year. I was only a sophomore in high school. My Dad had been called to Oregon for work, he helps kids in the foster system who are in need of homes and are wanted to be adopted that are in the system and he also helps the children in abusive homes. I was good at hiding what my mother did to me, I would just blame it on softball drills that I would do at practice. And everyone would believe me because it was a good enough answer.
It started after we lost my older brother Miles to a seizure. I was supposed to come home at three so I could be with him. I was too young to fully understand his condition, but I did know that it affected his brain. Usually the seizures were only small, but this one was not. I came home to him at four instead of three because my t-ball team and I decided to play after school and one of the mothers always drove me home after school because both my parents would work until five. Miles was four years older than I was and I was six at the time so he was ten. After I came home that day, I found him seizing on the kitchen floor. I had called 911 and went to get our neighbor Ms. Willow.
I don't remember much more of that night, just that when my parents came home from the hospital two hours later, they were without my brother. That was when it all started. I would be so scared when my Dad would go away. But as I got older, I learned how to deal with it better. I would hide my feelings by going out with friends, they would invite me places or I would ask if they wanted to hang out. I would go over other peoples house to do homework or just about anywhere else. Once I started dating my boyfriend Hunter it made it a lot easier, but that only lasted two months. Then I was gone. My Dad came home from his trip to Oregon and saw what my Mother had done to me for all those years. It only took two weeks to pack up everything, quit the softball team and move to Florida with my dad and leave his divorced wife, my Mother behind.
We have been here for three weeks and I only started school a week ago, and I have done completely nothing except go to school. It is so different for me being the new girl, and it's hard for me to trust people right now. I just miss my friends, going to the mall with them, football games and just doing my most favorite thing, playing softball. I just feel like I don't fit in here.
Chapter 1: Anthony
It was just another normal Wednesday. Same old classes, same old people and same old gross lunch. Right up until English. which is unusual because nothing ever happens in English.
I walk in and see a new girl sitting in the back of the class with earbuds in. She has long brunette hair with highlights and her bangs just cover her eyes. She is wearing a black tank-top, skinny blue jeans, green flip-flops and a green bow in her hair. I hadn't even noticed that I had been staring until Lizzie Arnold stepped right in front of me with a huge smile on her face. "So are you going to homecoming Anthony?" She asked. She has been asking me that question ever since she found out the date of the dance. I just rolled my eyes and walked to my seat. "I didn't hear a no!" She said behind me. "No." I said and I sat down. Lizzie is one of those popular girls. Her and her best friend Mckenzie, the captain of the cheer squad run this place. Their parents are loaded with money, honestly probably use it to start fires in their huge houses.
Anyway, our teacher started to explain the final project for the story we had been reading, The Crucible. Then she starts to assign us our partners and I can only hope that I am not paired with Lizzie or I will never hear the end of homecoming. "Annie and Joseph. Hannah and Alayna. Kyle and Nick. Lizzie and," oh God please not me. "Oliver." Oh thank you! " Olivia and Tanya. Anthony and Emily." Emily? The new girl? I turned around to look at her. She still had her earbuds in. Everyone had already gotten up to sit next to their partners, so I got up and pulled a chair over to her desks an sat down in front of her. I thought I saw her jump after I moved the chair but I wasn't sure. She quickly looked up at me, only looking me in the eyes for a split second. She had the most beautiful blue eyes. And honestly she was the most beautiful girl I had seen in a while. I held out my hand, " I'm Anthony." I said. She took my hand, it felt so small in mine. "Emily." She said quietly. She pulled her earbuds out of her ears. She seemed like any other girl in the school, but there was also something different about her.
At the end of class I looked over at what Emily had been doing, and she had drawn the best picture I had seen. "Wow that's really good." I said. "Thanks." She said. As the end of class neared our teacher began to talk again. "Ok class, you won't have anymore class time to finish your project so you will have to do your projects outside of school." She said. I turned back to Emily as she was putting away her things. " So I would say we could meet at my house, but if you would rather work at your house," I said. "Fine." She said quickly then the bell rang, and she was gone.
Chapter 2: Emily
I can't believe that I just invited someone over my house tomorrow. Let alone a boy! What am I thinking I don't know who this is! So many things racing through my mind right now. I quickly close my locker an start to walk out of school. I walk past Anthony in the hall talking to someone, and honestly I feel like the world had frozen for a minute. I accidentally made eye contact with the cutest boy. And he looked right back at me. And kept looking at me as I walked by. Feeling embarrassed I just kept going. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and quickly turned around. It was Anthony. "Don't do that! You nearly scared me to death." I said. He held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. Just wanted to ask where you live so I can get to your house tomorrow." He said handing me a paper and pen. I wrote down my address. "37 Cornell Lane. Got it." He said and smiled. "Oh and I will have my little brother with me, I have to pick him up from school." He added. "Fine." I said, and I walked out of school.
I walked over to my car and got in. I sat there with the car running for a couple minutes just thinking about what I had hair done and I could t believe myself. I put the car in drive and drive home. I pulls into the driveway and turns off the car and went inside. I noticed all the unpacked boxes everywhere still and decided that if people were coming over I might as well unpack everything. My Dad wouldn't be home for a few more hours because his hours changed and now he works later than usual.
It only took me a couple of hours to unpack everything and there was only a small box left so I decided to start dinner because my Dad would be home in an hour. I decided in spaghetti and meatballs. It was simple but it's my Dad's favorite. I went back into the living room to open that last box and after I did, I wish I hadn't. Inside was every trophy, uniform and picture of the team I had been on since I was five. I even had the championship game ball that we won because I hit the ball over the fence to win the game and all the girls signed it for me. I closed up the box and put it in one of the closets in the hall. I would love to play again but I'm not familiar with any teams here and it's too late to try out anyway.
Later that night while my Dad and I were eating dinner he had started a conversation that I had really not wanted to get into. "So Emily, I got you some softball things toda-" I cut him off. "Dad not now." I said. " Ok then." He said sounding a bit disappointed. "Dad, it's just I'm not ready for anything like that yet." I said calmly. "Well if you change your mind, it's always there." He said. He looked at me with a serious face. "Emily. Do you need help to get through this. I mean with what happened with your Mother?" He asked. And I can't believe he just asked that. "What? You think I need a therapist!" I said standing up abruptly. " Emily, calm down. It's just you haven't spoken much in weeks!" He said. "That's because I was tortured for years!" I yelled walking out of the kitchen and heading upstairs to my room. I cant believe he said all that.