Emily's P.O.V

50 missed calls. All from my dad. I haven't gone home for days. I know that 50 wouldn't seem like a lot but it is still weird. I just don't want to go home. I don't need him to hurt me again.

*Flashback*

I was 15. Dad has been weird lately. His friends are always at our house, they're always drunk.

I walk through the front door, the smell of whiskey fills my senses as always.

"Hey your bitch is back" His friend shouts.

"Emily, do you have any idea what time it is!?

"7 O Clock"

"Where the hell were you?" Every night was like this but it always got worse. Always.

"I was at the library studying for my French final"

"Shut the fuck up! Your voice annoys me"

I start to go upstairs before a bottle was thrown at me but missed by only a few centimeters. Glass shattered all over me. My dad was always an angry drunk. "Did I dismiss you?"

"Dammit I missed" He and his friends say laughing. I quickly run upstairs, blood rushing down my arm and pieces of glass stuck in my arm and shoulders.

I should've left long ago. He always treats me like shit.

*Flashback over*

I stand in front of Garrets mirror, just staring at myself. I can still see the faint scars on my arm. Even during the summer I like to wear sweatshirts so no one sees. Some people would take it the wring way. Some people accused me of cutting but I'm not like that.

Garret comes out of his bathroom in nothing but a towel. His eyes find mine through the mirror. I quickly shield the scars.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Emily don't lie to me"

"I-I'm not lying"

"Yes you are. Emily if I could read your mind I would now just tell me whats wrong" He says sternly.

"I don't want to talk about it" I say sternly. He can't know everything. My memories reach way farther. He raises his hands up in defense. His eyes rack down my body. He notices me holding my arm lightly. He slowly stalks over to me removing my hand from covering my arm.

He releases a small growl. His eyes changing color.

"Why would you do that to yourself?"

What he asked shocked me.

"Answer me" He demands.

"I didn't do this to myself" I whisper. His eyes fill with sorrow

"Who?" That one word held so much sadness.

"M-My dad" I stutter. I haven't seen him in over 2 weeks. I've mostly been borrowing Garrets clothes but he didn't mind. He said that I looked "Sexy" In his clothing.

"And don't you dare say you're sorry because I didn't even live in your state" A small tear rolls down his eye buy I am quick to wipe it away.

"Stop" I say but he just shakes his head and pick me up, putting my legs around his waist, walking over to our bed.

"How?"

"He threw a whiskey bottle at my head but missed. He was always an angry drunk" I say not going into detail. His body was shaking with anger.

"I don't want to move things too fast or force anything on you but I have to do it. You're moving in with me, I don't care how young we are, I need you away from him. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you."

"I need to go back and get my stuff"

"No. As alpha I have a lot of money. I will buy you new clothes, you don't need to go back."

"No, you don't understand. There are pictures of my mom at that house, and all of the things she got me, I can't just not have those. Plus, I know it sounds kind of embarrassing but she gave me this teddy bear that I still sleep with."

"It's not weird, but now you'll have two teddy bears." He says referring to himself.

"So are you gonna let me go back and get some of my stuff?"

"Well getting your stuff means that you're agreeing to stay here at my house, than yes. But we have to make sure that your dad isn't there."

I quickly hug him, but he moves his arms around mine keeping me still, trapped against him.

"Dammit Garret I'm not going through this again, Let me go!"

"Nope"