Finding Love *Not Edited*

Chapter 2

            “Miss Red?” she asked, growling.

            “I did nothing wrong,” I snapped, my heart racing as Emma’s lifeless body came into my mind.

            “Do you want a month?” she sneered.

            “Diana, sit down,” Claire whispered.

            “But I did nothing wrong,” I sobbed.

            “Now you have a month detention,” she said and I opened my mouth but she cut me off. “Do you want two months Miss Red?”

            “Sit down,” Doug growled, pushing me down on the seat and I yelped as my back but the chair. “You okay?” I looked over, seeing that he was worried and quickly looked away at the window, tears falling from my back hurting and the detention.

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            “Detentions over,” the teacher said and I grabbed my bag, running out of the classroom and into my car, not wasting a second before I turned it on and started driving home, ignoring the speed limit.

            I ran inside, hearing screaming and crying. I stormed inside, my heart running to my throat as I stopped, terrified what I was seeing. “Stop,” I screeched, sprinting to my dad, pushing him off Emma as she cried loudly. We started rolling as he tried to pin me down but I rolled him over, trying to get away as Emma stood up, trying to grab him off me as he finally pinned me down. “Let go.”

            “Get off,” Emma screamed grabbing his arm and he turned to her, pushing her off and she flew to the other side from his strength, hitting the wall before hitting the floor, out cold.

            “Emma,” I shrieked, my wolf wanting to take control but I pushed her down, knowing if I let my wolf take control, she was going to kill our parents. “Let go.”

            “No, you—

            Mother strode in, stumbling to the ground and sat on Emma’s head and I screamed as she giggled, rolling off Emma. I looked into her eyes, seeing her eyes slit from being high. “Help Emma mom,” I pleaded and she just looked at me giggling.

            “Hey babe, want to go upstairs?” she squealed and my father nodded, punching me in the face and I cried out in pain as they hurried upstairs. I groaned, seeing the bruises on my arm and felt my face swelling but that was not my concern. I knew I would heal in a few hours but Emma would not, she was still human.

            “Emma,” I whispered, rolling her over and I gasped, picking her up and ran to my car. I looked at her slightly crooked nose that was gushing blood, both of her eyes swollen shut and scratched all over her face.

            I pulled out of the driveway, zooming off not caring about the speed limit as I passed the cars, driving to the hospital. “Diana,” Emma whispered and I looked in the mirror, seeing her trying to sit up and twisted her face in agony since her eyes were swollen shut she could not wince.

            “Lay back down,” I whispered, trying to act calm when my heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my head.

            “My stomach hurts,” she groaned and I glanced in the mirror, seeing her pulling up her bloody shirt and seeing a whole. I screamed, pushing on the pedal harder as I saw her fall back on the seat, passed out.

            I grabbed my phone, typing in the number before putting it on speaker and setting it on my lap so I could still drive. “Hello this is Jacob Mid Hospital,” a girl voice told me.

            “Um, hi my name is Diana Red and my little sister has been stabbed. I'm driving there now and about three minutes away,” I cried.

            “Okay Miss, can you tell me what kind of car you are in so we can wait for you?” she asked.

            “It a beat up red convertible,” I told her.

            “Okay, we will be waiting with a gurney at the emergency entrance,” she told me.

            “Thank you,” I cried, hanging up the phone as I pulled into the hospital. I opened my car, waving toward the people and they ran to me as I opened the back door.

            As they saw here, nurses started screaming as two doctors grabbed Emma carefully but quickly and settled her onto the gurney before running inside and I closed both door, wasting no time to run and catch up with them. “You will have to stay out here,” the doctor told me and I nodded as Emma and the nurses and doctors disappeared out of view and I sniffled. I looked down, smelling lots and lot of blood and gasped as I saw blood covering the top of my chest to me bellybutton, my pink color dress covered in it, seeing no pink. My arms were spotted with blood.

            I sniffled, turning around and ran into the bathroom, not caring at the people who were shouting at me to get out their way. I slammed the door open, tears blurring my vision as I walked to the sink, turning on the fossett and cleaned up my arms.

            After ten minutes of scrubbing my hands, arms and trying to get most of the blood off my dress, I finally gave up. I looked at myself, groaning at my messed up and disgusting look.

            I shrugged, not wanting to fix it. Why should I anyways?  I rent out, not wanting to hear the news of Emma and left the hospital. If anything bad happened, they would call me but I could not be here right now. Right now, I wanted to lay in bed, cry until I fall asleep and that is exactly what I am planning on doing.