Battle Scars

17 year old Emily Banks is bullied by everyone. Her family, her school, people online... They all hate her. She gets pushed against lockers, smacked, and kicked, and no one seems to care. Until, her bully starts to notice her scars, and her smile. Her beautiful smile, the one he has so ruthlessly taken away from her. Can Emily's bully save her, before it's too late?

*trigger warning*


4. Chapter 4

Luke's POV


"So she just started bleeding?" I ask Ashton, not completely sure of what happened. "Yeah, the whore. She actually thinks if she pretends to cut she'll get attention." Calum and Michael nod along with him. "She's totally faking it guys," I said. "Let's play some pranks on her today after school." I say with a mischievous grin on my face. Just then the teacher of our free period block waltzes back in the room, and it's time to get back to work.

It's the end of the day. The boys and I are running to the craft store to buy our supplies. Cal and Ash are fighting over what we should use, but I know exactly what will do the trick. "Boys stop," I say sternly. "We've got to get to her house soon." I finish, trying to speed up this boring process.

We give our items to the lady at the counter, and she looks at us with a funny face. "It's not as weird as it looks." I say embarrassed. "Looks pretty weird to me." She mutters under her breath.

Finally. We have arrived at the whore's house. We all jump out with our bags. Seeing as there is no car in the driveway, Emily is probably home alone. "So here's the plan," I begin. "Calum, you go run into her house, don't knock." I say. "Take this bucket of red paint, and splash it over everything you see. Michael and Ashton, you guys will spray paint the words ALL YOU'LL SEE IS RED on one of the walls. I've got my own plan." I conclude, smirking.

Calum, Ash, and Mike are all inside. It's time for my plan. I'll go up to her room and spray paint YOU ARE A WHORE and NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU on her walls. I waltz inside, as I hear a big thump from upstairs. "Oh fuck guys she's home!" I whisper yell at them. "So?" Responds Calum. "You're right" I say, laughing at how dumb I was.

I start to climb the stairs quickly, not wanting to look at all the family photos with the girl who's never smiling. I kind of feel bad for her. I force myself to look at the photos next to the carpeted staircase. She's not smiling. Not even in one. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen her smile. But this doesn't matter, I keep climbing. I reach the door at the end of the hallway, I know it's hers, because it's painted black unlike the other white doors.

I open the door, she actually has a cool room. She has posters of bands I love, and a cool window seat. The only thing wrong, is she's not here. "What the hell?" I mutter under my breath. Where could she have gone? I think to myself. I start opening the doors in her many rooms. A closet, a storage space, a bathroom. The bathroom!

I walk to the bathroom door, ready to do whatever is necessary to her. She's too pussy to actually kill herself. I open the door. At first, I think the boys have dumped the red paint up here. But then I see her, laying in a pool of her own blood, her wrists still spurting blood. She's unconscious. "Oh fuck! Emily what did you do!" I scream. Of course she can't hear me, she could already be dead.

I pick her up and sprint out of her room. I run down the stairs with her, knocking some of the family photos off of her wall. "Luke what the hell are you doing bro?" Ashton asks. "We're not supposed to kidnap the girl!" Michael adds. I don't have time to answer. I keep running, all the way to my black Tesla, and I throw her in the back seat, arms rested above her head to hopefully stop the bleeding. I'm already speeding to the hospital two seconds later.

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