Ian is my what!?!?!

The temptation

Emily sits in her room drawing more fan art of Ian and herself. She draws a cute anime version the both of them and they were sitting on the grass and Ian was handing her a flower. Emily smiled at her drawing and signed the bottom of it and taped it to her wall next to the computer.

Ian sent her a text message, even though he was in his room down the hall. "Don't leave your room." He texted her. Emily looked at the message in confusion when Ian busted into her room and did a weird twerk dance in a princess peach costume.

Emily screamed and fell to the floor as Ian danced closer and shook his ass in her face. Emily was scared but laughing at the same time. "Dad! Dad! Oh my god stop!" Emily yelled, she couldn't stop laughing at what her father was doing.

"Ian, fucking stop!" Emily couldn't take it. She had such a hard time breathing from all the laughing. Ian stopped and turned around. "What did you say?" He asked his daughter. She looked at him with a serious face. "You called me..Ian?" Ian's seriousness looked scary. "I-I'm sorry." Ian went from an evil look to a bright smile on his face. "I'm kidding." Ian helped her up and fixed her dirty blonde hair to its normal position.

"Hey, you're doing good for this whole bullying thing. Now I know you want to talk to the fans and find funny things on tumblr, but I want you to limit yourself on the computer." Ian told his daughter. "What? Why?" Emily whined. Ian looked at her and lifted her left wrist showing Emily her own scars. "That's why, I don't want you to get hurt." Ian explained. Emily sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Don't give me any sass. Even though Kelly isn't at school bullying you, she still knows your twitter, tumblr and whatever social media you have. No more going on the computer for more than an hour." Ian told her once again. "For how long?" Emily asked. Ian was about to walk out the door when he stopped and turned his head half way where he saw half of Emily's bedroom and Emily from the corner of his eye.

"I...I don't know. I'll let you know." Ian walked away from his daughter. Emily looked at the computer and shrugged her shoulders. "Pfft. No problem, this will be a piece of cake." Emily said to herself. That's what she thought...until two hours past by and she was completely bored out of her mind.

Emily sat in her room and had a urge to check her social medias. "No, dad said no. I can't do it." Emily thought over and over again. The temptation was eating her alive. She was dying to know what was going on in the Internet world. It was until Emily check the outside of her room to see if Ian was around.

Since the coast was clear, she closed her door and turned on her computer. "No, I can't do this." Emily thought to herself. The temptation of knowing what was inside her social media was killing Emily. She wasn't sure if she should disobey Ian or not.

The computer welcomed her and asked her the password. Emily looked down at the keyboard. In Emily's mind, the keyboard was screaming "GO AHEAD! LOG IN! IAN WON'T KNOW." Yet her mind whispered "don't do it. You might seeing something that will make you cut!"

Emily looked at the keyboard and decided to log in. She looked at her background and clicked on safari. Every time she clicked on something or typed on the keyboard, she had the feeling of regret. She logged into twitter. No tweets about killing herself. She logged out and checked Facebook. Nothing there. She quickly checked her email then another social media. Last but not least, Tumblr. That's when the regret meter went out of control. Her notifications went off the hook when she had received one hundred and seventeen messages with posts that she was tagged in.

She clicked on her notifications and saw nothing but pictures with messages like "die you ugly bitch" or "you're a mistake". The list went on and on. Every post she scrolled past was evil and cruel. Emily's crystal blue eyes became teary and tears dropped to the floor in an instant.

Emily wiped her tears and had an urge to cut. Emily tried so hard to keep herself from cutting but the knife was calling her name. "There's always ups and downs in life. And when you're down, you've got to remember, there's always tomorrow to look forward to." Emily repeated in her head. She pushed her self but nothing was working.

Before you even knew it, she cut her wrist and apologized for being a terrible person.