-A/n: GUYSS okay so pretty important question, anyone want me to write like a one shot of the chapter in TGBTB where Jesse and Emma have that huge argument about him having BPD mashed up with the chapter where he blackmails Emma to be his girlfriend- BUT instead of how it normally went in the book, in the one shot, Emma is an insane psychopathic serial killer and gets her revenge ;) lemmeeee know if want me to, it'll be up on the first book soon

Emma's POV

"Get up, we're going out," Someone barked as I rubbed my eyes. "What?" I grumbled, trying to sit up.

"We're going to go out somewhere so get up and change," Charlotte said and walked out of my room.

I rubbed my eyes and stared at the wall for a couple seconds trying to process what I heard.

I'm leaving this house for the first time in like a week holy shit.

I put on grey sweatpants and a white shirt. I didn't have any shoes.. I looked under the coats and found a pair of flip-flops. I shrugged and put them on and walked out of 'my' room.

I went to the living room and sat there waiting for what seemed like forever. "Hey Emma," Ian waved as he walked in. "Hey, dude what time did you come back yesterday?" I asked, remembering going to sleep around 12 am before Ian got here.

"Like 3 fucking am, I'm really tired," He muttered, plopping down on the couch. "Damn poor you, hey wait what about like other gang members where do they stay at?" I asked as Ian shrugged. "At their own houses I guess, Charlotte is letting me stay here until I finish paying for my mom's medical stuff and get enough money to buy a new house," Ian informed me as I nodded.

Charlotte's capable of being nice??

"Wait what about Simon, he is always here," I asked once again. "He lives at his own house too, really close by actually but then he was assigned to stay here because of you so currently, he is sleeping, eating and everything here," Ian answered. "Oh alright," I said.

"What are you doing downstairs isn't Charlotte going to get mad?" Ian asked as I shook my head. "I don't know, she woke me up telling me to get up because we're going out somewhere," I informed him, still having no clue to where or why she was taking me.

"Oh, that's very.. unusual for boss, she wouldn't ever take her prisoners out for sure," Ian chuckled. "Yeah, that's exactly what I thought," I muttered. We heard footsteps as I turned to see if it was Charlotte. It was.

She looked fucking gorgeous. She had black skinny jeans, a loose dark green shirt with the front a little tucked into the jeans, then for shoes, she had velvet black heels. " I know I'm pretty, no need to stare now get the fuck up let's go," She said, walking ahead, towards the big ass front door.

I quickly rushed out following her out the door as the bright sun shined brightly down at me. I quickly shut up eyes from how bright it was. I've barely had sunlight for a week now. Charlotte got into her Matte black Audi R8- It was so fucking beautiful.

I awkwardly got into her car and pulled the seatbelt on, mesmerizing the interior of the car. "If you convince your dad to marry me, I'll buy you one," Charlotte said bluntly as I stared at her with my mouth wide open. She can't be serious. Even if she had been, no way in fucking hell is my dad marrying her.

I just sat silently as she started to drive to somewhere. "W-where are we going?" I asked so quietly I almost couldn't hear myself. Charlotte gave me a weird look then turned her attention back onto the road. She probably thinks I was talking to myself. "Were you talking to me?" She asked as I muttered a 'Yeah'.

"I asked about where we're going," I said louder. "We're going to get our nails done," She smiled as I knit my eyebrows. "What why?" I asked, confused as she shrugged. "Just wanted to spend time with my future stepdaughter," She said as my breath hitched. 

Stepdaughter. Charlotte as my stepmom? I'd rather have cinderella's stepmom.

I didn't say anything, not wanting to steer any trouble. After a couple of minutes, we finally got to a nail salon as we both got out of the car. "This place looks hella expensive,"I thought out loud as I heard Charlotte chuckle. Did I say that too loud?

"Hey Amber," Charlotte greeted a pretty middle-aged woman as she smiled and greeted Charlotte back. "Who is this beautiful girl you brought with you?" Amber asked, grabbing hold of my hand. Holy shit her hands are soft. "Oh my soon to be fiance's daughter," Charlotte answered excitedly as I sighed. "Oh," Amber said giving her a smile. "Well both of you, take a seat," She said, rushing into a room and coming back out with who I'm guessing is another person who works here. 

"I'll do..." Amber slowed down looking at me. "Emma," I told her as she smiled. "Ah yes, Emma's nails while you do Charlotte's," She ordered the other pretty girl who had baby pink hair. 

I sat down on the comfy black chair and put my hands on the desk, my arms being supported with firm but somewhat soft cushion things, no clue what they are called. 

Amber started filing my nails as I stared at her curly dark brown hair that was held up with a big barrette. "So what are you planning on getting sweetie?" She asked as my mind went blank. How the fuck was I supposed to know?

"She'll have acrylics, she can choose whatever color," Charlotte answered for me as the lady nodded. "What color would you like?" She asked as I bit my bottom lip thinking. "Uh could I get baby blue?" I asked as she smiled and nodded. "Baby blue would look gorgeous on you," She complimented me as I offered a small smile. 

She continued to file my nails then went on trimming my cuticles after putting drops of this liquid thing on my cuticles, then filed them again. "Okay, how long would you like your nails?" She asked. "Not very long please," I said as she nodded. "You can tell me how long you want it exactly as I go through with the process," She said, noticing I genuinely had no idea how long I wanted them. 

She put a form under my nail and opened a small plastic jar of acrylic powder along with the acrylic liquid. She pulled out a small tipped brush from the brush holder and dipped it into the liquid after putting it into an empty cup. Then pressed the brush against the powder.

 I stared mesmerized by how the powder slowly turned into some kind of paste. She pressed the brush which had the paste thing onto my nail and started brushing away from the nail. "First time?" She asked chuckling, I nodded as my cheeks heated up.

She continued with all my nails and soon all  I had to do is wait for them to dry. They weren't very long, because if they were super long, I wouldn't be able to do shit. After a while, they dried and the lady took the forms underneath my new fake nails off and started filing again. 

"What shape do you want your nails to be in?" She asked. "I don't really know," I muttered shyly as she smiled. "Can I suggest something I think would suit you?" She asked as I nodded smiling back. "I'll make them coffin shaped alright? It's a lot easier to do things with those types of nail shapes instead of the sharp-tipped ones." She informed me as I nodded. "Alright, thank you," I said as she nodded and started filing the sides of the nails until the tip looked sharp enough to be able to stab someone. 

Then she started filing the tip down until it was flat. "Do you like how they look so far?" Amber asked, looking up at me for a moment. "Yeah, I really like them," I smiled nodding. "That's good, I'll go get the baby blue," She said, getting up and looking at the giant shelf behind her that had a shit ton of different nail polish colors and brands. 

She came back holding a baby blue bottle of nail polish. "Would you like darker or lighter than this dear?" She asked, holding the nail polish up as I shook my head. "That color is fine," I answered as she nodded, sitting back down in front of me.  

She first painted my nails with a clear base coat nail polish then started painting my nails with the baby blue. I loved the colors, my fingernails looked pretty for once. She continued and finished then coated my nails with another clear top coat nail polish. "Thank you," I said. 

"Don't get the dryer thing, we'll dry it on the way home," Charlotte suddenly spoke up. I looked at her nails. They looked gorgeous, they were matte black and sharp-tipped, pretty long too. "How do you do anything with those long nails?" I asked without thinking as she shrugged. "Not that hard," She said then stood up. "Let's go, I already paid, thanks Amber and Natalia," She exclaimed then walked out of the salon, I thanked them too then walked out quickly to Charlotte's car. 

"We're going to stop by the warehouse near my house to check up with my gang," Charlotte stated, starting her car. "Okay, I guess," I muttered as we started heading towards the warehouse.

 We soon arrived and I hoped out of the car, making sure not to get anything to touch my still drying nails. They looked somewhat dry but I was scared to touch them and check if they were dry. 

We walked into the big scary looking warehouse as I stared with my lips slightly parted. There were so so many people here, a few people training in the corner, fighting eachother or punching big punching bags that were hanging from the ceiling. Some others were drinking something while talking and laughing, there were others moving boxes around, some smoking sitting on worn out couches, and so on. They all had one thing is common though, all black clothes and they all seemed to have a small tattoo on their wrist, similar to what Charlotte has on her collarbone- no wait, they exactly the same.

I quickly followed behind Charlotte as some people saluted saying "Boss" or just greeted her saying "Hey boss". Soon, we were walking down the stairs into who knows where. I was starting to get scared. Was she going to kill me?

"Welcome to my camera room where I can see everything and anything I want to," Charlotte introduced as we entered a room with a metal door. I looked at the screens on the wall. There were probably at least 20 or 30 of them. Something caught my eye as I stared at it carefully. It was my living room. "Wait what the hell you've got cameras in my house?" I asked shocked as she smiled. "Yes, living room, your dad's office, and his bedroom don't worry, there isn't one in your room," She said rolling her eyes. 

"I don't care, you just having them around my house is super fucking weird," I said angrily as she laughed. "That's too bad," She teased, poking my nose as I pulled away disgusted. "I fucking hate you so much, what is wrong with you?" I yelled as she just smirked. 

"Take another look at screen number 18," Charlotte said as I turned my head, searching for the number 18 under the screens as I finally found it. 

All the blood drained from my face when I saw what it was displaying.

Becky, tied up on a dentist like chair, with blood dripping down onto the floor and her eyes closed. 

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Hey guys, I finally got this chapter done! I hope you liked this chapter. 

Do you guys think Becky is dead?? :(

Or is she possibly still alive?

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-Sarah