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Blackened Butterflies

Summary:
Emme Foster hasn't had the best time growing up. And since the age of nine, it has taken a turn for the better. With a new Foster family every so often, and a passion for horses, Emme learns to hide her past and secret passion from others as to be considered normal. What happens when there are some new kids in town, with some very interesting habits, and while off in Columbus, Ohio; yet another mysterious figure wanders their way in to her life. Now to protect the life she holds so dear, Emme must choose who to tell what, and how to keep her dark past, and bright passion away from her enemies, and even her closest friends.


Notes:
Yet another fan fiction, not too many recognizable characters though... sorry about that.


6. Chapter 6

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"So, what stores do you guys what to head to?" Gina asked us at the mall.


Lexi shrugged, "I don't care, anywhere's fine with me."


"Same here, I could care less where we go as long as there's stuff to buy." I agreed.


Faye thought for a minute, "I want to go to Banana Republic and Forever 21. But otherwise I'm open to anywhere along the way."


Gina turned to the guys, "Well?"


Dominic gave her a look, "You of all people should know where I want to go, and Stephen and Connor will probably be off somewhere before you four decide on where to go first, and Brendon will be flipping through his car magazine for the next millennium because there's no dealership in the mall."


Gina nodded, "Alright then. We can just split up I guess. You guys can go and do what you do, and we'll go and have some real fun."


Faye, Lexi, and I laughed while Gina grinned. Dominic didn't say anything, turned, and walked away with the other guys following him.


"Well," Faye said as we watched the guys disappear into the crowds, "Let's get walking."


An hour and a half later we were on our way to the food court for lunch, well, Lexi and I were hungry, but Gina and Faye said they ate right before they came, so they just came to talk.


We got sub sandwiches from Subway, and ate them quietly, and again Gina asked why we ate so healthily.


"We just do. We don't even like junk food really." Lexi answered, she was becoming more comfortable speaking around Gina and Faye. I was proud of her.
"Huh," Gina sighed, "I wonder why."


I shrugged, "Our parents raised us as healthy kids. We never had cupcakes or anything like that. I mean they gave us ice cream and stuff when we were little and were good, or they were proud of us or something, but we never had it on a regular basis. It's always been healthy foods for us."


We talked for a while about the most random topics, none of which had anything to do with each other at all, the topics just kind of switched. Once finished, we decided to go and check out the music store. The only reason is that I needed more music. I had already memorized all seven hundred songs on my ipod, and could use a change, even if it was just about ten or eleven songs, it should last a week, and then I'd be back on iTunes bulk buying before our trip to Ohio for Congress.


I was browsing a section of rock when I saw someone familiar. I had the new Black Eyed Peas album in my hands, but I couldn't focus. I knew that person, and that was all I needed to petrify me.


Lexi walked over and I jumped a good three or four feet in to the air when her hand touched my shoulder.


"What?" She asked, but then saw my expression. Both of us knew what the familiar man had done. And there was no way in hell that I was going to stand here and wait for him to turn around and see me. The mall was the last place I expected to see my father. "Do you want me to call Angie?"


I didn't respond. She waved her hand in front of my face. I couldn't move.


My father's figure started to turn around. Look away Emme, look away! I shouted at myself, but it was as if I had become detached from my body. I was looking down at myself, and I wasn't moving!


My father had finished turning by that point and was staring at me, probably wondering why some girl was staring at him looking absolutely petrified. Then it looked like something clicked. He started walking towards me.


I grabbed Lexi's hand and fled from the store. There was no possible way anyone would make me stop running. I had to leave. Now.


Lexi was running just as fast as I was, she didn't say anything, but I could tell she was both terrified, and sorry for me. But I couldn't think to even acknowledge her about that. I just ran.


"Elizabeth! Elizabeth... Elizabeth, get back here right now young lady!" I could hear my father shouting after us. I didn't dare look behind me because I knew he would still be able to outrun me. He'd catch us soon enough, and then I'd be stuck.


I pushed past and through people, not bothering to even hear their annoyed shouting. I had to get away. My life was better, I was safe with Martha. I had to get home.


I let go of Lexi's hand, and she took the hint and ran on the other side of the storefronts, keeping herself safe. I could hear my father's shouts getting closer; my legs were starting to hurt. I leapt over the rail of the down escalator, and pushed past people. Lexi was following me again, and I could still hear shouts.


There was half the mall until I reached the parking lot and then half of the lot until I reached the car. Why were all the close spaces taken when we got here? That just gave my father more time to catch up. More time for the memories, more time for more pain. I didn't like that.


"Emme!" Someone yelled at me. A hand grabbed my wrist and I was pulled into someone's chest. He smelled unbelievably good, and I instantly felt safe.


I looked up to see that it was Stephen. I never noticed how cold he was.


He then noticed my face, the horror expression was still stuck there, "What's wrong?"


I still couldn't speak. I could hear running. My father was getting closer. I glanced around. I wanted to be running again, but Stephen was still kind of holding me.


"Elizabeth Alexandra Bell!" I cringed into Stephen. "Get over here this instant!"


I didn't want to go. Not again. I didn't want to see him. I wanted to forget he ever existed. I wanted to be home with Martha and Josh. I wanted them to be my real parents. I wanted my real father to vanish from the face of the Earth.


Stephen was staring over me, looking confused.


A rough hand grabbed my shoulder, I knew that hand too well. No. I yelped as he pulled me around, away from Stephen. I stared at the floor, shaking.


"How dare you!" My father shouted at me, "How dare you run away from me! Have I taught you nothing?" I cringed as I saw him raise his hand.


His hand was half way to my face when something grabbed it. I looked up timidly to see Connor holding my father back. "If you even touch her..." He growled.


I was terrified again. I had never taken Connor for a threatening person. I also never expected for him to be so strong. It was amazing that he could almost effortlessly hold my father back.


Someone took my hand and we started walking. It took me a few minutes to figure out that it was Lexi. I was still half in shock and half terrified. We walked to the car in silence.


Lexi was on the phone most of the ride home. She was most likely letting Martha and Angie know about what happened. When she called Angie, she had her son speaker phone, and the second when Lexi finished talking there were several "Oh my God's" and "Is she okay's?" along with a few, "What can I do's?" I never had to say a word.


Martha and Angie were home when we got there. I still hadn't said a word. Lexi took my hand as we entered the house. Immediately, I was engulfed in a giant hug. I broke down sobbing.


Martha pulled me close, "Its okay sweetie. It's alright. We're doing everything we can to keep him away from you. I promise. He'll never hurt you again." She continued chanting soothing things to me, but it didn't help. I was still in hysterics.


Angie told me she was working on that restraining order I had asked about, but I knew it wouldn't help. Nothing would help now except for moving and never looking back. But I didn't want to do that. It's all his fault. If he hadn't been around. If he had been good to me, if I had been a good child. Maybe my life would be different. Maybe I'd be happy. Maybe I'd be with my loving family and having a normal life. Maybe I would actually be normal for once instead of pretending to be.


I sat down on the couch. It was going to be a long day. I took out my ipod and turned it up as high as I wanted it so it would drown out noise without killing my ears, and sat there for a long time, lost in the lyrics.


* * *


I screamed as he came towards me, promising that if I was good, that it wouldn't hurt. I knew he was lying. He always lied. There was no truth in him. He was evil. My father was my own devil. He only lived to torture me.


He grabbed me, the hot clothing iron in his hand and pressed it hard into my back. I screamed again. It was impossible to not scream. It was so hot, and it hurt. I still had scabs from the knife.


He clamped his hand over my mouth and shoved me onto the floor, trying to get me to stop yelling. I tried. Honestly I tried to listen to him. It was so hard though. I didn't want to scream, I just did. There was no control anymore. Something my father desperately wanted and I knew he would torture me until he got it. I was trying really hard. How come he wasn't listening?


The iron pressed on another part of my back. I bit my tongue so hard that it started bleeding. He stood up. I held back a whimper, knowing if I let it loose that he'd only hurt me more. He picked up the pillowcase and shoved it into my mouth. I didn't fight against it. I knew he would hurt me if I did. I didn't want to be hurt. I had been a bad girl.


I was suddenly older, and just as terrified, if not more so. I was still in the room, but was unscathed. My father was walking towards me again; he had a knife in his hand. Not again. I just stood against the wall and waited. I had learned my lesson from being a little girl. I shouldn't fight, and it'd be over sooner. I shouldn't do or say anything against him. There was nothing to be said. I should never be seen. No one wanted me. I was a bad girl if I didn't listen.


His hand grabbed my shoulder, I held back a scream.


Someone appeared behind him. It took me a minute to realize that it was Stephen because there was something different about him. He looked deadly, threatening, terrifying. He grabbed my father, who instantly disappeared. Then he started walking towards me.


I shot up gasping. I hated dreams like that. They were worse than the nightmares because it took today and yesterday and mixed them together, making my life even more... awkward.


After those kinds of dreams it was hard to go on to the next day and see the people who were involved in the same way. It was terrifying.

Sometimes it was my friends from school who showed up, and I wouldn't be able to talk to them the next day because it would almost seem like they knew my secret. Maybe a couple of them have guessed. I wouldn't be surprised considering my odd reaction to anything involving the word family.


I whispered a few lines of the first song that came to mind, "Take my hand, I gave it to you, now you owe me, all I am, you said you would never leave me, I believe you I believe." It was from "All Around Me" by Flyleaf, I'd listened to it at least a few billion times in the past week or so, so it was engraved in my mind.


There was a knock on the half open door, and I looked up to see Tommy watching me.


"What's wrong Tommy?" I asked. He usually came to Lexi and mine's room when he got scared. We just kind of had a connection.


"I got scared again." He whispered as he walked over to my bed. "Can I sleep with you?"


I smiled at him. I did feel sorry for the kid a lot of the time, I'm so happy they got him out of where he was when they did and not later though. "Of course."


He climbed up and I held him for a few minutes, my own problems momentarily forgotten. Tommy always made me forget about myself and the issues I have. His being just made me focus on him. He was so innocent, so nice. He would have made a lot of parents proud, and then the damage was done. Now he'd be scarred for life, an innocent child tortured. He's been through so much.


He lain down next to me and he started to fall asleep again. He felt completely safe with me or Lexi, that much was obvious, even to people he didn't know. He also helped us calm down a lot of the time. He was good at that kind of thing.