I know it's wrong to sneak around Emily's house but it felt relaxing and I needed that comfort. Emily made me feel human and I enjoyed every bit of her company. It was soothing to be here so I remained outside, looking around hoping she'd sense I was around and maybe open her window. I didn't want to go inside because her parents may be in and it would cause a lot of problems. I didn't want to be the cause of her family problems, I just wanted her happy. The door pushed open and Xavier came out. He looked confused as usual and wore a hoodie over his black shorts. I wondered if I could get inside when he was gone but I brushed the thought off. I was trying to avoid any problems with her family, including Xavier. I watched Xavier leave through the front door and he paused. He looked around like he was observing the environment then he turned to the back. He had a cigarette in his hand and he was going to smoke. I introduced Xavier to smoking pot and it made me feel guilty

I returned home mad and irritated. I knew Xavier was an asshole but not the type that tried to rape his stepsister. It irked me to think that he touched Emily. Goad! I want to kill someone. I want to hurt someone now!!. I exhaled and kicked the soda can away. I was trying to take my mind off it. Emily said he didn't rape her and he just used her thighs. I was glad he didn't fuck her, I would have gone insane and probably beaten the fucker till his nose broke. Just nose, I would gladly break his rips and give him lots of internal injuries. "Damn it!" I yelled as I recalled how Emily felt when she told it to me. She looked like she was traumatized from the experience and it was fucking cruel. I couldn't stop thinking of it so I reached for an unlit cigarette in my pocket. I only smoked when I was heavily worried and couldn't think straight. Smoking and drinking helped clear my head, it was the only way I could remain the same in times like this. I walked t

XAVIER'S POV The moment she said that my blood boiled. I became mad and could no longer keep shouting. I dropped my hands from her chin and clenched it. "You cannot do that!" "Watch me, Xavier!" She yelled back. Her eyes were teary and her whimpers were loud. "You cannot go with James, Emily. Fuck it! You're insane." She just kept whimpering and did not respond to me. "Let me go, Xavier." I wasn't going to let her leave till I made her know what I wanted her to know. "Emily," I started and reached for her shoulders. I held her arms and shook her. "I don't give a damn what our parents think, I want you, and I'll have you." "Get your filthy hands off me!" She yelled and tried to wriggle out of my hold. She heaved and her breathing pattern changed. She couldn't stop crying and I hated to see she was making up her mind to follow James. "Xavier you have no idea how much I hate you. I hate you so much and when I leave, I don't want to ever see you."

The fact that Emily left without telling me her destination sent chills down my spine. I turned back to the sitting room and kicked the couch. I held my hand in a fist and wondered what I could do to get my mind off it. I didn't want to smoke nor did I want to drink. I had no idea when Dad was coming back, it would get me in a lot of trouble if they get back and Emily wasn't back. I stretched and picked my phone from the glass table and dialed Mom's number. It wasn't connecting so I tried Dad's own and it connected.Dad picked up the call and I heard his burly voice. I swallowed hard and exhaled before responding."Dad." "Xavier, how are you son?""Uh, I'm good." "How's Emily? I miss my little girl too," he said and a giggle followed. "Emily. She's uh, she's sleeping and uh—" I was stammering because I didn't think of anything else to say. I didn't want Dad to find out Emily left the house so I tried to cover her up. "Sleeping?" I could hear

The policeman assured us they would do their best to bring Emily back but Mom kept crying. I couldn't blame her, I was scared too and I understood how it felt for your child to be missing. I returned home and kept blaming myself for what happened. If I didn't get into the argument with her, maybe she wouldn't have been kidnapped. I regretted everything that happened, I should have sat my ass inside and left her to go wherever she wanted as long as she returned home. I sat on my bed staring blankly. I didn't know what to do, I just needed Emily to be found. I looked at her empty bed and huffed. It didn't feel good to be here all alone. I was running out of my mind so I grabbed the packet of cigarettes from my jacket and took a lighter. I sneaked out of the house so I could smoke for a while. It was the only thing that could distract me from my reality. I couldn't sit down in the room knowing Emily was somewhere I didn't know. It hurt as hell to not know if she was f