I wake up in Liam's arms again. I look at the clock and shoot up out of bed. "Shit!" I yell. It's about seven thirty, my bus will arrive in five minutes! Liam sits up, startled. "What is it babe?" He mumbles, half awake. "School! I really have to hurry, or I'll miss my bus!" I grab my sling, some underwear/bra, jeans, and an old t-shirt I had andquickly got dressed in the bathroom, careful not to hurt my arm. Three minutes. I throw on some socks and converse, then pull my hair into a messy bun. I put my sling on carefully. Two minutes. I rush to the kitchen and quickly feed Oliver, and decide to say goodbye to Liam. I walk to my bedroom, and he stands up. "Bye Li, I have to go." I say as he gives me an one arm hug, so he won't hurt my arm.
I peck him on the lips and try to walk out. "You're not getting by with just that." He whispers into my ear, pulling me closer. I close the gap and we kiss for a moment. I pull away, a smile on my face. "Goodbye Liam." I say, giggling as he pouts. "Do you need a ride babe?" he asks. "No, I ride the bus." He nods. "Bye Emily."
I rush outside and wait for the bus. I climb aboard soon enough , to find that James isn't here today. When I pass bye Christa, she gives me an evil smirk. There is a bulge in her bag that looks like.... No, Emily, don't think that. There is not a gun in Christa's backpack. I take a deep breath and sit on my normal seat. The rest of the way to school I listen to Ed Sheeran on my IPhone.
When we arrive, I put my phone on silent and stuff it in my pocket along with my headphones. I go tomy locker and put up my math book, and get my things for first period, Language. The bell rings, and I'm late. Great. I make my way towards it but I'm dragged into a closet by small arms. My heart is pounding, I can't see anything.
Did somebody really just pull me into a closet? My suspicions are confirmed with the light turns on. Christa and her gang, Brittney and Miley, stand before me. I was right at the bus. In Christa's hand is a gun. "Sit down, or else." She says, pointing her gun at my head.
I know she hates me, but to kill me?! This is too far. I think. I sit down though, I don't want to die. My life just got beter with Liam and the boys. "Break up with him." Miley says.
"What?" I question. Brittney slaps me, hard on the cheek. "You know well what we mean. Break up with Liam. He belongs with someone better, not a slutty orphan. Somebody like Christa." Hot tears sting my face, but I can't stop them.
"Now if you want to live, call him right now. If you don't, I'll kill the both of you. Break up with him. Tell him nothing. Never speak to Liam again. Now!" Christa hisses.
"O-okay!" I whimper. I take my phone from my pocket and untagle the headphones from it. I call Liam, and wait for his answer.
"Hey love! What's up?" My stomach churns. I'll never forgive myself, I love Liam. I take in a deep breath, trying to hide the fact I'd been crying.
"Liam, you know I love you very much, right?"
"Yeah of course, I love you too?"
"I- I need to break up with you. I'm sorry, truly sorry. I love you." I hang up, and begin to sob as the girls leave the closet.