"Hello? Emily, come home this instant! How dare you leave home so suddenly!"I scoff, unable to believe her words. I silently wish I never answered the phone but the damn woman wouldn't take no for an answer. After ignoring her calls multiple times, I decided to answer before she blew my phone up. . . Literally.

I wake up the next morning, a cold chill in the air. My body is shivering and I turn around to bury myself back under the duvet but I hit something or someone. I slowly turn and close my eyes, wishing it isn't who I think it is. . . Jake.Jake Melvin is in my bed.

My phone rings and the screen flashes with Mum's contact. I instantly feel sick as I replay the way Jake slammed Trevor's face into the floor. The crack and echo of the impact plays on a loop in my head. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, wondering whether Trevor is still alive. He certainly didn't look it when I last saw him.I decline the call and a text message pops up seconds later. I grit my teeth together and turn my phone off, tossing it onto the bed. I really did not want to deal with that right now. Part of me is terrified f

"We think you should go back to live with your mother. You're not eighteen yet and we don't think this is the best environment for a teenager."I stare at her dumbfounded, my mouth hung open unattractively. For so long I always questioned whether the police would really help me or not and today I found out the answer. . . They wouldn't."Trevor beats her and you want her to go back to that hell hole?" Jake says, breaking the si

4pm. The Arm's Pub. Leave Jake at home or else I won't tell you anything.I read the text repeatedly, my eyes straining from not blinking. The words begin to blur on the screen and I sigh, leaning back against the wall. The time reads 3:58 and I'm stood outside The Arm's Pub, already regretting my decision.