I gulp.

"W-what's my dare?" I asked.

"Oh its simple, no need to be scared." Brendon said.

"I'm not scared" I lied.

Actually, why would I be scar-

"I dare you to get a tattoo of my choice." Brendon said.

Was he out of his mind?!

"What?" I managed to say.

"You're going to get a tattoo and I'll be choosing the design." Brendon said, saying each word extra slowly.

"No way, my dad won't let, I dont want a tattoo and-"

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"No, no of course not-well yes just not with you choosing my tattoo, hell no." I say, quickly.

"Are you scared Emma?" Brendon teased.

Ugh.

"She doesn't have to you know" Eric said, trying to defend me.

"I think Emma getting a tattoo isn't a bad idea" Becky said."Don't you remember Emma, you wanted a tattoo when you were younger? "

"I did, but I never actually considered it, I was just thinking." I shrugged.

"Yeah, as long as its not a d*ck or something big or something weird, I think it isnt such a bad dare" Jessica said.

"It is a terrible dare" I said, groaning.

"No it isnt, Ive had way worse." Becky shook her head.

"Like?" I challenged. "Like egging three police cars." She said, knowing I wont be able to say anything about that.

"Damnit" I cursed under my breath.

I mean, she does have a point, I wouldn't mind a tattoo but Brendon choosing for me?

HELL nah.

"I'm pretty sure it won't be that bad princess" Levi said, earning him a glare from Eric.

Brendon gets up.

"Where you going?" I asked.

"We are going to take you to get a tattoo" Brendon says as everyone gets up as well.

"You guys are on his side?" I groaned.

They all nodded.

Eric helped me up.

"I'll make sure he doesnt choose something weird okay?" Eric promised.

"Ugh, fine" I rolled my eyes as we headed towards the car.

"Guys, I'm still hungry, can we just stay here and let Emma and Brendon go?" Levi whined.

"Yeah, I'm starving, so yeah I'm staying with Levi." Jessica said.

"Same here" Becky says.

"Eric, stay with us, and when Emma comes, the tattoo can be a surprise." Jessica said.

Eric shook his head.

Suddenly we heard a stomach grumble coming from Eric's direction.

We all stared at him.

"Just stay and eat, I'll be back soon" I said and kissed his cheek.

He sighed" I swear Russel, you choose something my girl won't like, you're dead." Eric threatened Brendon.

Brendon held his hands up in mock defence then we headed towards his car.

"So what design are you choosing for me?" I asked.

"Im not telling you, you're going to find out after we finish." He said, while driving.

"Whoa- wait, no I have to know before I get the tattoo!" I yelled.

"Aw, where is the fun in that?" He says and shakes his head,"You're going to find out after you get the tattoo. "

I groaned.

"I promise you'll like it" Brendon says after a moment.

"You already have something in mind?" I asked.

"Yup, just got the idea right now." Brendon said with a smirk.

The whole ride, we stayed silent, I tried to come up with excuses in my head but most of then were dumb.

"I'm scared of needles by the way" I lie, without thinking twice, trying to convince him.

"No you're not, don't try to get out of this" Brendon said, turning on the radio.

The song Swalla by Jason Derulo was on.

"Ugh I hate this song" Brendon groaned.

I laughed" Why?"

He just shrugged and I realized we had parked.

"Pleaseeee, can I not" I begged as he shook his head and got out of the car.

He came around the other side to me and opened the door.

I crossed my arms and pouted.

"Doesn't work on me, now get out" Brendon said, pointing towards he tattoo store.

I groaned as I got out and walked with Brendan towards the store.

We pushed the door open and the bell on top of the door ringed.

We went to the cashier area and Brendon started telling stuff to the guy there.

The man was wearing a tank top, both his arms were full sleeve tattoos and he had a crocodile tattoo on his neck, and alot others that I couldnt really make out.

He gave Brendon a piece of paper and a pencil.

Brendon looked at me" Don't look" Brendon commanded.

I scoffed but then turned around and looked around.

It was much cleaner and organized then I thought it would be.

There were 3 other guys getting tattoos, one of them on his chest, another on his leg and the last guy his forearm.

Just then I fully realized that I was actually going to get a tattoo.

I am actually half scared of needles, I mean I can handle but, I dont know how this will feel..

Brendon tapped on my shoulder and I turned around.

The man who was standing behind the counter, came out and lead us to the tattoo seat thing. It looked like I was at a dentist, except there was ink bottles and the tattoo gun thing, tissues and stuff I don't recognize.

I took a seat.

"Where am I getting the tattoo? " I asked.

"Your arm" Brendon said, then pulled out a scarf.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"Blind fold, I told you that you can't see it till you're done" Brendon said.

Knowing that its pointless to argue.

I let him wrap the scarp over my eyes and then he tied in from the back.

"Deep breath and don't move okay?" The tattoo man said.

I nodded and rolled up my sleeves.

I put my arm on the arm rest, with my palms facing up.

I felt a cold liquid on my arm and probably tissue, wiping my arm.

Then I felt him shave my arm, with a razor, to get rid of the hair in the area I was getting the tattoo.

"You ready?" The man said.

"No, but I don't have a choice so" I said.

I heard a chuckle coming from Brendon.

I felt him holding other hand" its me Brendon" He says, assuring me that it wasn't some stranger holding my hand.

Just then, I felt Brendon's grip on my hand tightened.

Did something happen?

I nodded, just then I felt a needle poke my arm.

I started laughing.

"What the heck?" Brendon asked.

"It tickles for some reason." I said, trying to calm down so I wouldn't move and ruin the tattoo.

"How? My first tattoo,it hurt like a b*tch...Just stay still" Brendon said.

I nodded.

"How much longer?" I asked Brendon, groaning.

Its been I don't know how long, and this whole time, I've been tryig to make out what he was drawing on my arm.

I felt the needle go in a bunch of lines, I just couldn't figure it out.

"We are done" the tattoo man said, wiping my arm with probably a tissue again.

"Wait, really? How long has it been?" I asked.

"Around 50 minutes" Brendon said.

I felt someone pulled my scarf off, but I couldn't open my eyes.

"I'm scared to see what it is" I confessed.

What if I hated it?

Holy sh- what if it was Brendon's name.

God, I would kill him.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my arm.

"Oh my- that is so pretty, it's a light house, holy sh*t, I love it" I said, looking at the tattoo that was on my arm.

"What did I tell you" Brendon said, chuckling.

It was beautiful.

"Okay, so you're going to have to take care of your tattoo for around 2 weeks, don't let water touch the tattoo." The tattoo guy said.

I nodded, still staring at the tattoo on my arm.

I got up and hugged Brendon. "You were right, I do love it" I said.

"I'm always right" he said, as we walked towards the cashier to pay.

"Nah, no need, just because she was the first person to stay chill as f*ck getting her first tattoo." The guy said.

"Thanks man" Brendon said and we walked out of the store.

We got in the car and Brendon drove silently.

I don't really know why but I've been getting a weird feeling something was up wih Brendon.

Right before I got my tattoo, he was perfectly fine. And that moment when his grip tightened on my hand, I knew something was up.

I just didn't know what.

"Where did those scars come from Emma" Brendon spoke up out of now where.

"What scars?" I asked, trying to act innocent.

Damn it.

"You know what the f*ck I'm talking about" he said in a harsh tone," Ugh, honestly, it's nothing." I said.

"Bull shit, I know it's not nothing" he said, his grip on the wheel tightening, as his knuckles turn white.

"Its just old scars, doesn't matter anymore" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Where did they come from Emma" he asked again.

"It came from me, okay?" I half yelled, staring at him but then, looking away.

"Why would you do that" he asked.
" The important thing is, I don't anymore so forget it please." I say.

Brendon didn't say anything, didn't look at me, he just kept his eyes focused on the road.

I sighed and looked out the window.
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Beep.beep.beep

I smack my alarm clock to shut it up.

Today was the first day of school after winter break.

I groaned and rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

I made sure to take care of my tattoo, it was actually getting quite painful for some reason.

Brendon gave me this cream thing for the tattoo.

I got out of the shower and picked my outfit for the day.

I honestly didn't feel like wearing something fancy- smh who am I kidding, I never like wearig anything fancy, I just throw something on and I'm done.

I open my closet and pulled out a plain black shirt and jeans.

I put them on, with my grey jacket above. Then put on my black converse.

I brushed my hair and blow dried it, since it was cold outside. I then tied it up in a ponytail and I went downstairs.

I took out a granola bar, not feeling like eating a full breakfast and walked out my front door.

Becky wanted to pick me up but I told her I was going to take the bus.

So currently, I was walking towards the bus stop.

I took out my headphones and plugged in my phone. I scrolled down my playlist searching for a song that fit my mood right now.

I couldn't find anything so I just pressed shuffle and the song Now or Never by Halsey started playing. I stuffed my phone in my pocket and kept walking.

It was still January, so there was some snow piles around and some snow on the tree branches.

I stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus. No one was around, and it didn't bother me.

Soon, the bus came and I took a seat, leaning my head against the window.

Just then, I remembered Jesse's 'threat', I honestly didn't know what he was going to do.

He might just beat me up like always.
But then he might do something worse this time.

I don't get it, and probably never will. He hates me, he beats the crap out of me, yet he kissed me at the bar and then threatens me that he'd ruin my life.

The bus stopped, I got out and walked towards the school.

As I entered the gate, there were alot of students who were already here. I moved quickly to get past them all and headed towards my locker.

Just as I put in my combination then opened my locker, I heard some heels clicking towards my direction.

I turned around to find Maclenzie glaring at me, which didn't really scare me anymore somehow.

"You slut, first you steal my boyfriend, then my best friend" Mackenzie yelled.

"Oh look whose talking, first off, he wasn't your boyfriend to begin with, second, I'm not dating him, I'm dating Eric, third, what the hell do you mean by slut, I'm dating one guy and you, my phone's battery lasts longer than your relationships, and forth Jessica came to me and Becky because she finally saw what a b*tch you actually are." I said, turning back to my locker as I took out my schedule to check what I had.

"I'm not done talking to you" Mackenzie said, grabbing my shoulder, and spinning me around to face her.

"Well, guess what, I'm done talking to you so go talk to someone who has a f*ck to give about whatever you're going to say" with that, I slammed my locker shut.

I heard many gasps from her minions and people around.

Mackenzie's left eye twitched as she just scoffed and walked away with her group of 'friends'.

Including Ella.

I still didnt know what me or Becky did to her but whatever.

I felt an arm go around my shoulder, I knew it was Eric.

"Hey ba-" I turned to find Brendon instead. My face instantly turned red.

"Oh so now we're calling eachother that?" He smirked. "No, we're not, I just thought you were Eric so go away." I said, moving his arm off my shoulder.

"Aw babe, you know you want me" he said, as I glared.

"I don't, you jerk" I said, starting to walk towards my homeroom.

"You mean a hot jerk" he winked. I rolled my eyes. "Stop you egoistic ass"

Just then a thought came into my mind.

I spinned around to face him. I started walking slowly towards him and he gave me a questioning look.

I stood right infront of him, his breath fanning my face.

I put my hand on his chest and slowly moved down to his abs and traced them with my fingers then stopped as I felt his breath pick up.

"Have fun in detention" I yelled as I darted towards my homeroom.

The second bell just rang when I walked into the classroom. I knew he was going to be late for class if I did that, since he would feeeze up and he did. Soo ha, he has detention now.

I smirked evily as Becky waved for me to come over to sit with her.

I went and sat down next to her.

"I saw you and Brendon talking earlier and why isn't he here?" She asked.

" You do know I have a boyfriend right?" I said, rolling my eyes, she shrugged" Still just asking"

I just smirk and Becky sits up and puts her phone down.

"Okay, tell me every single tiny little precious juicy detail." Becky exclaimed slamming both her hands on the desk, coming closer to me.

Some people around gave us weird looks which I didn't care about.

I slowly told Becky eveything, it wasn't even a big deal, but then she wanted to know every little 'important' detail.

When the bell rang, I went to my locker and got the books I needed, then I started towards my next class.

As I was walking through crowded hallway, I spotted Brendon talking to Ryan. No one ever talked to Ryan unless they wanted to buy drugs and sh*t from him.

I see Ryan nod then take something out of the inside pocket of is coat, and hands it to Brendon secretly so no one could see.

Brendon glances around for a moment and takes- what I think is money out of his pocket and hands it to Ryan. Then they seperate and walk in different directions.

I see Brendon walking but I knew he wasn't heading to his class, infact I knew exactly where he was going.

I followed him and saw him walk out to the place where no one- well barely anyone at school goes too.

I see him sitting on an old bench, smoking.

" Hey" I say," What are you doing?"

"Smoking" Brendon replied in a 'duh' tone. I rolled my eyes, " What did you get from Ryan?" I say, deciding to get straight to the point.

" Bought Menthol cigarettes" he said, taking a drag. " He doesn't sell cigarettes, and you can just buy them at a store, so quit lying and tell me" I say, sitting down on the stair and stuffing my hands in my pocket.

I slightly smile, smelling the smoke, god, why is it addicting?

" Seriously, I actually bought those from him, and I can't buy it from stores, I heard its baned or something" Brendon say, exhaling the smoke, while shaking his head a bit.

I put my hand out, he just stares at it. "Give me one" I say, he shrugs and passes me the box and the lighter.

We both sat there silently, just smoking. " So, how's it going between you and your dad?"

" Nothing new, him just trying to say sorry and me ignoring him" He says, with a shrug.

"Honestly, why do you hate him so much?" I ask him, " I mean, he is your dad."

" Don't say sh*t when you don't even know what happened" He snaped. "Geez, I'm sorry but really, what was so terrible that you hate him that much"

Brendon told me that a few days ago, his mom kind of forgave his dad, which made Brendon absolutely furious.

" You really want to know?" Brendon said in a harsh voice, " He always came home drunk and would abuse my mom, I never knew until I got older and started to notice all the bruises my mom had, when I found out, I got so mad, I started fighting with him and he pulled out a gun from his bag, and pointed it at me and threatened my mom that if she said anything to anyone, he would shoot me. My mom begged him to put the gun away, when he was looking at my mom, I took my chance and jumped on him and,yelled at my mom to call the police but then he pushed me off and pointed it at my mom and threatened me that if I did anything, he would shoot her. I said I wouldn't and he fled, he ran away and we didn't see him for a week, until one time my mom was at work and I got a phone call from her, and all I heard was my dad yelling at her and she was screaming for help. I quickly called the police and thankfully they got there in time and put him in jail. It's funny that he thinks I'd forgive him after all that f*cking sh*t he put my mom through." He let out a dry laugh," You know what's the worst part? Right when the police arrested him, he warned my mom that if she dated anyone, he would find him and kill him, that's why my mom is single, she is still afraid... I still can't believe she f*cking forgave him"

" Oh, Brendon I- I didn't kn-"

" You didn't know? Yeah of course you didn't, well f*ck it" He said, then got up and ran towards the parking area of the school.

I had no idea that had happened to Brendon and his mom. God, I'm such a terrible person to judge Brendon without knowing the actual story.

This is why I can't have friends, I don't deserve them, I'm just a bother to everyone.

I sat down for around 20 minutes until I decided I wanted to go home, so I did.

I was currently at home, I went to my dad's alchohol cabinat, which only had like 3 bottles, since he doesn't drink anymore, unless its like wine or something.

I took out the whiskey bottle and walked slowly upstairs to my room.

I opened the cap and threw it on the ground and drank.

I don't usually like the taste of alcohol but I just felt like drinking, it stung my throat but who gives a f*ck.

I wasn't drinking because Brendon is mad at me.

I just realized how much everyone would be better off without me, if I wasn't born, my parents would be living happily together, my mom wouldn't have jumped off the f*cking lighthouse, yes, I still think its my fault, everything is my fault. If I wasn't alive, my dad wouldn't have to work his ass off for money to feed me and send me to school, my friends wouldn't have to deal with my bull sh*t.

If I wasn't alive, Jesse wouldn't have to bother beating me up and Mackenzie would have the perfect life she really wants to have. Eric would have found someone that isn't worthless like me.

Ninety nine percent of me wants to die, but one percent of me is utterly terrified of what I'd miss when I'm gone, and of course that one stupid measly percent gets me everytime.

I start feeling dizzy as I look at the bottle to find that I drank more than half of it, I shake my head and drink more.

When the bottle was completely empty, I dropped it on the floor, and got up and fell straight on my face, I sat up laughing humorlessly.

I looked under my bed to find the box. My box, that I haven't touched since, a- I don't know long ago, can't remember.

I pull out my small black box from under the bed and took off the lid.

I stare at the objects in it, soon, I realized, I was crying, but my focus never left the box.

I finally move my hand and took out a cigarette box, I opened it and found 4 inside, I took one out and took out my old lighter and lit the cigarette.

I knew if I was sober I wouldn't smoke in the house.

I hear my phone vibrate as I got up to see who it was, I looked at the screen, but being too dizzy, I couldn't make out who was calling, so I just pressed answer.

" Emma, where are you, why aren't you at school? your friends are worried, and I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier I lost my temper.. Emma?"

I start giggling, I don't know who it is but I like his voice.

" I have friends?" I asked. " Yes you do, Emma, are you drunk?"

" Do I know youu, I lovve your voice, its cute" I slur, getting up but again, falling back on the ground.

" Emma, what the f*ck, what was that sound?  You okay?" the funny and cute voice said through the phone.

" I'm not okayy, I wanna jump out the window and fllyy to see pretty angels and my mommy" I say starting to cy again.

"Emma! Don't you dare move, sit and dont move"

"Im not a stupidd doggy dont tell me what to doo" I whine.

I don't even know who it is? Why would I listen to him, I'm not a dog.

The guy on the phone didn't answer.

"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea" I sing, starting to hiccup. "Sponge bob -hiccup- square pants"

"Umm don't remember the lyrics" I say, hitting my head.

Soon, I hear someone downstairs and I jump up in fright.

I grab hold of a pillow.

Just then I see a cute guy burst into my room.

"Emma, what the hell happened to you?" The cute guy said.

"Who are you" I ask, tilting my head.

"Just go to bed, you're drunk" he said, coming closer to me.

I walk to my bed and ploped down.

Oh my god, its so comfy-how did I not think if laying here.

The cute guy put a blanket over me and then something started vibrating.

I sat up and looked around in terror.

What the heck is that.

The guy pulled out his phone and pressed something then put it next to his ear.

Aftet he was done talking, he looked at me.

"You're boyfriend is worried" he said.

"I- I have a boyfriend?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. He nods.

"Is he cute like you?" I ask, laying back down again.

"No, I'm the hottest guy alive" he said wih a smirk.

"So all other guys are dead" I ask with my eyes wide.

He rolled his eyes" just sleep" he said as he walked towads my room door.

"Wait! Sleep next to me" I say, pulling my blanket and tapping on the empty space next to me.

"I'm not sure your boyfriend would like that" he states.

"Pleasse" I beg with puppy eyes.

"Fine" he says, coming and laying on my bed next to me.

I go closer to him and cuddle into his chest, he smells good.

I feel his arm go around me.

"I want a unicorn that has black fur and gold horn and can grant any wish I .." I say as darkness consumes me.
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Hey, I'm sorry for the late update.. AGAIN. But since it was late, I made this chapter extra long, its 4275 words, you're welcome.

And I don't know how a drunk person talks or acts soo yeah, dont mind my writing, I tried okay?

Vote and comment..Don't forget that I love y'all!

Bye

-Sarah