Emma Lubino arrives at a new school. On her first day she's tagged as an emo freak. If only everyone knew what she had gone through. But she's sworn to herself never to tell anyone, but could a boy named Corey change her self-promise?


8. The Baby

Corey's P.O.V

I was shocked when she told me that she had already been pregnant.

 "What happened to the baby?" I asked her after a few moments.

 "It was a girl. She had a natural birth, and was born healthy and weighed 6.9 pounds. I was having trouble feeding her..." she choked up when she said this. I had a feeling she knew what she was going to say.

 "Th....they got....rid of her. her. They said that she was 'extra baggage'. I couldn't believe them! Who the hell would......kill an innocent baby?!?!?" She burst out in tears, collapsing into my chest. 

 I wasn't really sure what to do, since she had never even touched me. I just awkwardly patted her back. When she didn't move, I hugged her tighter to my chest, rubbing her shoulder trying to comfort her. She sobbed into me shirt, soaking it in minutes. I didn't care though. This was progress; she was touching touched me!

 "Shhh...It's okay. It's okay," I said, trying to comfort her as much as I could.

 "After they had.....gotten rid of the baby, they continued to.....rape me. They made sure not to get me pregnant again though. It was torture. Every other day! It continued like this for a year and a half." she said, slightly muffled by my stomach.

 "A whole year?! how could you stand it?" I asked surprised.

" I couldn't. That's why at exactly 2 years after I'd been captured. I tried to escape.... I found a knife that one of the men had dropped when he was in here. I used it to cut the ropes and free myself. I waited until one of the men came in and locked the door, then, I jumped on him. I quickly and quietly cut his throat and took his gun." She paused a moment to steady her shaking voice, then continued.

 "He hadn't slid the key underneath the door yet so I took it and unlocked the door. I walked out and shot the two men guarding the door. The gunshots brought more people, which brought more guns. I ran down the hallway in the opposite way of the footsteps. I heard yelling and gunshots ricochet off the walls. I felt a sudden pain in the back of my calf, and knew that I had been hit." She absentmindedly touched her calf, probably where the she was shot.

 "I continued on until I came to a guard. I quickly shot him too and kept running. my calf was on a fire but I knew that if I stopped, they would catch me. I kept running until I ran up against a fence. I was about to climb it when I heard a voice: "Now, now Darlin'. I wouldn't do that if I were you.". I slowly turned around and saw the original rapist man. I hopped of the fence, and pulled out my gun. 

 "Oooh! Someone's got a toy!!" the man laughed at me. I pulled the trigger and shot him in the chest, right beside the heart. He was killed instantly. The other men stared down at his life-less body. I shot a few more of them, and then my gun ran out of ammo. They saw this and ran at me. I pulled out the knife and stabbed a few of them. After using all their ammo, they all dropped their guns and gabbed their knives. They slashed at me and cut me in many places; they mostly aimed for my face. That's why there are all these scars. But one guy, got really lucky, and slashed across my eye." She sat up and moved her bangs to the side, uncovering all of her face. What I saw made me truly feel her pain.

She had a bunch of small scars all over her face, but what really drew my attention was the big scar stretching from her left temple, to the left corner of her mouth. The scar went over her eye and deformed it, making it look like a mess of white and brown.

 "Emma.....I'm soo sorry..." I said in awe that she was still alive.

 "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault," she said, covering her face back up.

 "I know, but...I'm just sorry that that happened."

 "Thanks...I guess." She said and started crying again. I took her back into my arms rubbing her back, trying to comfort her.

 "What am I doing?!" she yelled, jerking away, wiping at her  tears. "I should never had told you that! I've never told ANYONE that! I just feeling like.......I know you. That I can trust you."

 "You can, I promise."

 "Yea, well. All men break their promises," she said quietly, getting up and walking away.

 "Emma! Wait!" I yelled after her. She turned around and I saw that her tears had started again.

 "I just.....can't,"she said running away from me. I sat down on the park bench, dejected and sad.

Well, now you know her story. Hopefully that didn't cost you never seeing her again. I thought to myself.





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