Chapter 2: 1
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Finding... me ?
(part 1) escaping from toxic
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Song of the chapter:
match in the rain
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Quote for this chapter:
" Family is supposed to be safe haven . Very often . It's the place where we find deepest heart ache "
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" it's not the bruises on the body that hurt . It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind "
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Finding... me ?
(part 1) escaping from toxic
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A sigh was heared in the almost empty waiting room in " john f.KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL AIRRPORT ; NEWYORK"
A 19 year old girl , was sitting in the VIP waiting room. waiting to escape from the demons inside her and around her .
Completely mesmerised with in her own thoughts .
she wanted to escape from the grasp of her parents.
of being controlled . abused and then ignored .
the thought of those things brings chills down her spine.
she wrapped her arms around herself embracing herself .
she was wearing leather jeans , wollen high-neck shirt with a leather jacket . her head hunk low .
only she knew what resides in there ;wounds, scars, bruises fresh and old . just yesterday she got some newly refreshed wounds and cuts embedded on her porcelien skin.
[ yesterday]
A loud whipping sound roared across the room followed by an other . the sound of the whip clashing with porcelein pale skin was the only sound in the dark basement .followed by another it was so loud as thundering across the room yet not a cry of pain or help was heared.
a person was lying sprawled on the cold floor bruised and scalded and so .....
...lifeless.
this went on until the loud thump of door was heared and the room went silent as death.
tears brimmed in the eyes of that person .
Emma hawkins,layed there listless of her own accord .
the leader of the most powerful gang mafia ,richest and prettiest bachelor of her whole country,her father was the owner of the top company in the whole continent .
no one dared to mess with her as a daughter of most influential person but how would they know the identities of the members of the most deadliest gang mafia in whole North America let alone the leader herself .
but little did they know that she is beaten and tortured by her own so - called father who is as listless as can be by just ignoring her as she never existed.
she laid there thinking how her life was different from inside than outside .
she was the top socialite of whole continent more famous than any celebrity and inside an abused child who is ignored over all .
she layed there . breath coming in hard puffs . she reached her hand out towards the only bulb hanging on the ceiling and curled it into a fist . a little crazy sad smile found its way on her chapped lips.
pretty sadistic . ain't it .
soon her visions were engulfed by darkness.
(Emma's p.o.v)
My head was throbbing.
the usual strench of blood made my senses spike . my clothes were covered in half dried half fresh blood .
My whole body was numb with pain .soon i got my head between the palm of my hands and steadied myself .
the wheels of my mind were turning at the speed of a jet .
my lips turned up .
i walked to my room leaving the dead cold basement . i turned to look at it a last time . the torture tools were laying on the little coffee table a little wrecked chair covered with dried blood stood by the wall . the whip was laying on the floor covered in fresh blood .
see you... never!
I walked to my room and tumbled inside .
I immediately stripped my bloody clothes, fumbled in the closet and found my little brief case .
it will be fine it just contains some weapons my many credit cards which are not known by .
my dear father .note the sarcasm .
i didn't put any clothes i can just buy them iam a billionaire myself than my millionaire father .
i turned to vanity i tumbled all the cosmetics off it . i opened its little drawer it was my own secret locker . i thumped my hand on it's censor and it fumbled open i took my foundations and credit cards out .
don't get me started on my foundations i Don't like makeup but i use it to hide bruises and other little gifts given by my father with it .
and at last , i took out a necklace it has a pendant of a rose but its color was green like that of a stem it had some thorns shaped rubies stucked out of it .
i don't wear jewelery but i had it since i could remember as my abusing . iam pretty possessive of it .don't know why . i packed my stuff .
went back to my closet .grabbed leather pants , some high neck shirt to hide my wounds and grabbed a leather jacket with a hood and a beenie to cover my hair i soon fumbled my way to the bathroom.
i stood across the mirror and looked right at the eyes of a person...
so ....lost.
i tended to my wounds . and bandaged them but obviously after taking a short quick shower i dried my hair and quickly got dressed . its still mid-night just two hours after the sweet little meeting with my father .
i grabbed my iphone and searched through her emergency contacts .
she soon found the name on her contactlist and pressed it .
the name appeared on the screen :" Lucas" .
soon the call was answered and
she just grunted in the phone in response .
the call went dead after just one sentence from the other side which was none other than
" GAME IS ON"
Lucas is my gang member we are just five core members .two guys and three girls . we were you can say tied by our miseries we all are wounded ,broken .
i guess it is why we are bonded . firstly we were still secretive with each other .but being with each other since we can remember . eventually everything unfolds we all are wounded broken ...
thats how we became stronger together .
we beholded each other when we were at our lowest and when we would need someone .
we were there to tend to wounds of each other .
after the whole four and a half years planning we are finally escaping from this toxic life . one by one all have left between last two days . and today ... its my day .
i jumped out of my rooms balcony with my little luggage and equipments . hid behind the bushes i took out my laptop and tampered with the camera footage laid around the HAWKINS MANSION .
I climbed out of the back yard walls and soon my lamborgini was waiting there for me . i lunged to it and raced to the airport . i ditched my car in the parking lot of the airport .
I checked in my flight was in the three hours but due to some unpredicted actions it could be delayed a half hour or more .
they didn't have to tell me cause I knew what even they Don't know i have hacked myself in their system and changed the schedule
cause my other gang mate Alaric would also be escaping with me and i know he would be late as a huge lazy ass he is .
thats how we got to now
{end of flash back}
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