Take Me Away, Kayla Trautman [most inspirational books .txt] 📗
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him my inner arms, "Yes! I am! And I don't know why you're acting like you care now!" My father's face was drained of all color. He said, "I know that I hurt you. I didn't mean to though. You can't keep putting these drugs into your system." Matt said, "She has some right now but she won't give them to me." My father held out his hand, "Emily. Please give them to me. You don't need them." I shook my head, "No! Go away! I don't want to see you!" Dad sighed and asked, "Where's Martin? Maybe he can help." I went over to my father and slapped him in his face, "If you were here you'd know. I killed him and now he's dead!" I ran around him and ran out of the room. I cried and ran out of the house. I made my decision right then. I'm going to run away. And I'm not coming back.
I ran to Chris' house and knocked on the door. When the door opened it was Sarah. She had a drink in her hand and she seemed to be high and there was a party going on. She asked, "Emily. How you doin' girl?" I asked, "Is Chris here?" She nodded, "He's somewhere here. Come on in." I walked in and shut the door. There was loud music on and people yelling. I could barely hear myself think. I worked my way through the crowd and I finally found Chris sitting on the couch with two girls laughing. He saw me and stood up, "If you need any more you're going to have to come back later. I'm all out." I shook my head, "No. I still have some. I just need to talk to you." He nodded, "Alright. But not here. It's too loud. Let's go upstairs." I followed him upstairs to his room. He was around 34 and his house was big. When we got to his room we sat on the bed and he asked, "So what do you need to talk about?" I asked, "I can't go home. I was wondering if I could stay here. I could get a job and help pay the bills." He shook his head, "Don't worry about the bills. I got that. You can stay. But you'll have to help out with the groceries and cleaning." I nodded, "Thank you so much." He leaned over and kissed me, "There's a room across the hall. It's the last room. You can have that room. I'm going to go back down to the party. Do you want to come?" I shook my head, "No. I just want to get some slepp." He nodded and left. I walked to my room and shut the door. The bed had red satin sheets on it and red blankets. There were red curtains tied to the wooden poles that led to the roof of the bed, There was a big window over by the wall. There was a place where you could sit and just stare out of the window. Across the room was a dresser and a desk with a mirror. The chair in front of the desk had a red cushion on the seat. It was like the theme of the room was red. I shrugged and layed down on the bed. It was a nice room. And I'm glad that I didn't have to go home. Tomarrow I would go look for a job. But right now I just wanted to get some rest. I closed my eyes and fell asleep minutes later.
I woke up at 9:30. I opened the door and went downstairs. When I did there was no one downstairs. No one but Chris. He was asleep on the couch. The place was a mess. There were spills on the end table. Plates that had food stains on them and empty cups on the floor. I figured that since he was sleeping and that I now live here that i would clean it up for him. I got a trash bag and started picking up the empty cups and the plates.
I got done about an hour later. The house looked as it was before the party and Chris was still asleep. It was about 10:30. Since it was getting late I went over to Chris and nudged his leg, "Hey. come on. It's getting late. You should get to bed." He looked up at me, "Are you going to come to bed with me? The night's still young. We could have some fun." I rolled my eyes, "Maybe tomarrow. I'm not in the mood right now. Now are you going to sleep down here or are you going to go up to your room?" He smiled and stood up, "I'll go upstairs. Goodnight." At that moment my cell phone rang. Chris asked, "Is that your phone or mine?" I answered, "It's mine. Go upstairs. I'll take care of it." He nodded and went upstairs. I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at the caller. It was home. My mother and Matt must be worried sick about me. I didn't answer it. I just let it go to the answer machine. After it stopped ringing I checked the message to see what they said. My mother said, "Emily. Please come home. We miss you and we don't want you to get hurt. Please. Call us so we can talk and make sure that you're alright. I love you." I could hear that she was crying. I put my iphone back in my pocket and went upstairs to my room. I sat on my bed and cried. Chris came in a few minutes later. He saw the tears in my eyes and came over to me, "It's going to be okay. Whatever's wrong it's going to be okay." He sat behind me and messaged my shoulders. I tensed up, "What are you doing? I'm not in the mood." Chris replied, "I'm trying to get you relaxed." I got up and pulled out my drugs and loaded my needle with the Morphine. Chris asked, "You have to do that right now?" I nodded, "I need it. It helps me forget about all of my damn problems." Chris got up and left. I injected the needle into my arm and pumped it into my veins. I took the needle out and put it on the end table. The rush of the drugs ran through my veins. Moments later Chris came back in. He handed me a couple pills, "Here. Take some of this. It'll help you relax." I took the pills, "Thank you." I put them in my mouth and swallowed them wihout a care of what they were exactly. About three minutes later it was starting to get really hot in the room. I took my shoes and socks off and just threw them to the floor. After that I blacked out and fell to the bed.
It was 6:30 in the morning when I woke up. I had a major headache. I looked to my right to find Chris sleeping naked in my bed. I was also naked as well. I couldn't believe it. He drugged me and had sex with me. I guess it was my fault since I took the pills without asking what they were. I got up out of bed and got dressed. I went downstairs and sat on the couch. I brushed my hair out of my face and pulled out my phone. I had ten missed calls. Seven of them were from home. And three from Matt's cell. The last call was ten minutes ago from home. I hit the call back button and put the phone up to my ear. It rang three times and then my mother picked up, "Hello? Emily?" I answered, "Hi mom." My mom sighed, "Thank goodness. Are you okay?" I answered, "I'm fine. I'm staying at my friends house." My mom said, "It's so good to hear that you're okay. Hold on . . . Matt wants to talk to you." I waited and then Matt said, "Hello." I replied, "Hi Matt." Matt asked, "Are you okay?" I answered, "Yes. I'm fine. I'm staying with a friend." Matt said, "Where are you? I'll come pick you up." I cried silently, "Matt. I'm not coming home. I'm staying right where I am." Matt raised his voice a little bit, "Emily! No! Where are you?! We need you home!" I shook my head, "No Matt. Tell mom I love her. Tell her I'll be alright. I'll try not to kill myself. I love you." Matt cried, "Emily! Don't you dare try to do that again! Where are you? You need to come home!" I took a breath, "I'm sorry. Goodbye." I hung up the phone and turned it off so that the phone wouldn't ring. I sat on the couch and cried my eyes out.
Chris came downstairs at about 10:30. I frowned at him, "I see that you did what you thought you had to do to get some." Chris sat next to me and asked, "What do you mean? I only helped you relax." I responded, "You drugged me and then had sex with me. I was going to do it willingly." Chris said, "Well, you wanted to get some rest and relax. I wanted to get some sex so I made it to where we both got what we wanted." I sucked my teeth at him, "Whatever. Just don't do it again, okay? It's bad enough that I'm doing it willingly when i have a boyfriend." chris kissed my cheek, "Alright. And don't worry. Your boyfriend will never know unless you tell him." I pulled my phone out and turned it on. I had three missed calls. Two were from home. The other was from Simon. I turned to Chris, "I'll be back. I'm going to go for a walk." He nodded and I left.
When I got outside I walked slowly down the corner. I hit the call back button on Simon's number and brought the phone up to my ear. It rang about five times and then he picked up, "Emily." I smiled at the sound of his voice, "Hi Simon. How are you?" He answered, "I'm worried sick about you. I love you." I replied, "Well, I'm fine. I'm staying with my dealer. He's got an extra room and he said that I can saty here." Simon asked, "Where are you? You need to go home. And if you don't want to go home then you can come to my place. You need to be somewhere safe. Away from the drugs." I sighed, "No thank you. I'm staying here. If I go to your place then Matt and my mother would just go there looking for me and they'd make me go home. Even if I'm 18. And Simon. I don't think that I'll ever see you again." A tear ran down my face. I really didn't want to break up with him but if we saw each other than it would lead to me going back home. And I'm definitely not doing that. Simon's voice was shaky when he asked, "What are you talking about? Of course we'll see each other again." I took a breath, "I'm breaking up with you Simon. I'm sorry." I could hear Simon crying on the other line, "Emily. Please don't say that. I love you. You can't break up with me." I softly said, "I'm really sorry. Goodbye Simon." I hung up the phone and put it in my back pocket. I turned around and walked back to the house.
Chapter 7
The next day Chris hooked me up with a job. It wasn't the kind of job that I thought that it would be. I am now a drug dealer. He has me selling
I ran to Chris' house and knocked on the door. When the door opened it was Sarah. She had a drink in her hand and she seemed to be high and there was a party going on. She asked, "Emily. How you doin' girl?" I asked, "Is Chris here?" She nodded, "He's somewhere here. Come on in." I walked in and shut the door. There was loud music on and people yelling. I could barely hear myself think. I worked my way through the crowd and I finally found Chris sitting on the couch with two girls laughing. He saw me and stood up, "If you need any more you're going to have to come back later. I'm all out." I shook my head, "No. I still have some. I just need to talk to you." He nodded, "Alright. But not here. It's too loud. Let's go upstairs." I followed him upstairs to his room. He was around 34 and his house was big. When we got to his room we sat on the bed and he asked, "So what do you need to talk about?" I asked, "I can't go home. I was wondering if I could stay here. I could get a job and help pay the bills." He shook his head, "Don't worry about the bills. I got that. You can stay. But you'll have to help out with the groceries and cleaning." I nodded, "Thank you so much." He leaned over and kissed me, "There's a room across the hall. It's the last room. You can have that room. I'm going to go back down to the party. Do you want to come?" I shook my head, "No. I just want to get some slepp." He nodded and left. I walked to my room and shut the door. The bed had red satin sheets on it and red blankets. There were red curtains tied to the wooden poles that led to the roof of the bed, There was a big window over by the wall. There was a place where you could sit and just stare out of the window. Across the room was a dresser and a desk with a mirror. The chair in front of the desk had a red cushion on the seat. It was like the theme of the room was red. I shrugged and layed down on the bed. It was a nice room. And I'm glad that I didn't have to go home. Tomarrow I would go look for a job. But right now I just wanted to get some rest. I closed my eyes and fell asleep minutes later.
I woke up at 9:30. I opened the door and went downstairs. When I did there was no one downstairs. No one but Chris. He was asleep on the couch. The place was a mess. There were spills on the end table. Plates that had food stains on them and empty cups on the floor. I figured that since he was sleeping and that I now live here that i would clean it up for him. I got a trash bag and started picking up the empty cups and the plates.
I got done about an hour later. The house looked as it was before the party and Chris was still asleep. It was about 10:30. Since it was getting late I went over to Chris and nudged his leg, "Hey. come on. It's getting late. You should get to bed." He looked up at me, "Are you going to come to bed with me? The night's still young. We could have some fun." I rolled my eyes, "Maybe tomarrow. I'm not in the mood right now. Now are you going to sleep down here or are you going to go up to your room?" He smiled and stood up, "I'll go upstairs. Goodnight." At that moment my cell phone rang. Chris asked, "Is that your phone or mine?" I answered, "It's mine. Go upstairs. I'll take care of it." He nodded and went upstairs. I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at the caller. It was home. My mother and Matt must be worried sick about me. I didn't answer it. I just let it go to the answer machine. After it stopped ringing I checked the message to see what they said. My mother said, "Emily. Please come home. We miss you and we don't want you to get hurt. Please. Call us so we can talk and make sure that you're alright. I love you." I could hear that she was crying. I put my iphone back in my pocket and went upstairs to my room. I sat on my bed and cried. Chris came in a few minutes later. He saw the tears in my eyes and came over to me, "It's going to be okay. Whatever's wrong it's going to be okay." He sat behind me and messaged my shoulders. I tensed up, "What are you doing? I'm not in the mood." Chris replied, "I'm trying to get you relaxed." I got up and pulled out my drugs and loaded my needle with the Morphine. Chris asked, "You have to do that right now?" I nodded, "I need it. It helps me forget about all of my damn problems." Chris got up and left. I injected the needle into my arm and pumped it into my veins. I took the needle out and put it on the end table. The rush of the drugs ran through my veins. Moments later Chris came back in. He handed me a couple pills, "Here. Take some of this. It'll help you relax." I took the pills, "Thank you." I put them in my mouth and swallowed them wihout a care of what they were exactly. About three minutes later it was starting to get really hot in the room. I took my shoes and socks off and just threw them to the floor. After that I blacked out and fell to the bed.
It was 6:30 in the morning when I woke up. I had a major headache. I looked to my right to find Chris sleeping naked in my bed. I was also naked as well. I couldn't believe it. He drugged me and had sex with me. I guess it was my fault since I took the pills without asking what they were. I got up out of bed and got dressed. I went downstairs and sat on the couch. I brushed my hair out of my face and pulled out my phone. I had ten missed calls. Seven of them were from home. And three from Matt's cell. The last call was ten minutes ago from home. I hit the call back button and put the phone up to my ear. It rang three times and then my mother picked up, "Hello? Emily?" I answered, "Hi mom." My mom sighed, "Thank goodness. Are you okay?" I answered, "I'm fine. I'm staying at my friends house." My mom said, "It's so good to hear that you're okay. Hold on . . . Matt wants to talk to you." I waited and then Matt said, "Hello." I replied, "Hi Matt." Matt asked, "Are you okay?" I answered, "Yes. I'm fine. I'm staying with a friend." Matt said, "Where are you? I'll come pick you up." I cried silently, "Matt. I'm not coming home. I'm staying right where I am." Matt raised his voice a little bit, "Emily! No! Where are you?! We need you home!" I shook my head, "No Matt. Tell mom I love her. Tell her I'll be alright. I'll try not to kill myself. I love you." Matt cried, "Emily! Don't you dare try to do that again! Where are you? You need to come home!" I took a breath, "I'm sorry. Goodbye." I hung up the phone and turned it off so that the phone wouldn't ring. I sat on the couch and cried my eyes out.
Chris came downstairs at about 10:30. I frowned at him, "I see that you did what you thought you had to do to get some." Chris sat next to me and asked, "What do you mean? I only helped you relax." I responded, "You drugged me and then had sex with me. I was going to do it willingly." Chris said, "Well, you wanted to get some rest and relax. I wanted to get some sex so I made it to where we both got what we wanted." I sucked my teeth at him, "Whatever. Just don't do it again, okay? It's bad enough that I'm doing it willingly when i have a boyfriend." chris kissed my cheek, "Alright. And don't worry. Your boyfriend will never know unless you tell him." I pulled my phone out and turned it on. I had three missed calls. Two were from home. The other was from Simon. I turned to Chris, "I'll be back. I'm going to go for a walk." He nodded and I left.
When I got outside I walked slowly down the corner. I hit the call back button on Simon's number and brought the phone up to my ear. It rang about five times and then he picked up, "Emily." I smiled at the sound of his voice, "Hi Simon. How are you?" He answered, "I'm worried sick about you. I love you." I replied, "Well, I'm fine. I'm staying with my dealer. He's got an extra room and he said that I can saty here." Simon asked, "Where are you? You need to go home. And if you don't want to go home then you can come to my place. You need to be somewhere safe. Away from the drugs." I sighed, "No thank you. I'm staying here. If I go to your place then Matt and my mother would just go there looking for me and they'd make me go home. Even if I'm 18. And Simon. I don't think that I'll ever see you again." A tear ran down my face. I really didn't want to break up with him but if we saw each other than it would lead to me going back home. And I'm definitely not doing that. Simon's voice was shaky when he asked, "What are you talking about? Of course we'll see each other again." I took a breath, "I'm breaking up with you Simon. I'm sorry." I could hear Simon crying on the other line, "Emily. Please don't say that. I love you. You can't break up with me." I softly said, "I'm really sorry. Goodbye Simon." I hung up the phone and put it in my back pocket. I turned around and walked back to the house.
Chapter 7
The next day Chris hooked me up with a job. It wasn't the kind of job that I thought that it would be. I am now a drug dealer. He has me selling
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