Are badboys protective?

Is this what dying feels like?

"I-Wait-What?" I said dumbly searching for words, I felt tears prickle my eyes from being under the pressure. I cant tell Jacob, I don't want to go home because of my father. How was I supposed to tell him that? Hell! nobody knows why

"Tell me why your so afraid of going home" Jacob demanded, my mouth opened and closed in shock as Jacob's hands where in fists, his face was growing red. He was getting angry.

"What? I-No-I am not scared!" I replied, I was shocked that my voice turned one of bravery, strong. Jacob didn't seem to believe me as he stood up angrily, he narrowed hes eyes at me. The green in hes eyes turning dark.

"Tell me!" he growled out making me flinch, I shook my head in disbelief. I stood up feeling anger take control of me as I had the sudden urge to punch everyone and everything, all the anger was making me shake. Making me feel in control for once, not ever have I felt like this. Not ever have I been this angry.

I pointed my finger in hes chest "I can tell you something..." I replied in a sickly sweet voice with a sickly sweet smile to go with it, he nodded pleased with my answer.

"ITS NON OF YOUR BUSINESS!" I yelled before storming off back towards the school, How dare he! he cant just demand my life story! no one has ever made me that angry before...I guess Jacob brings out the worst in me.

Before I knew it, I was in the school just as the bell rung signaling the end of school. I stormed to my locker grabbing all my things out before I stormed out the exit. I am still mad, I am surprised that the anger has taken all the pain from my head away, like its distracting it..

"Emily, wait..!" I heard Jacob shout from behind me, I quickened my pace.

"FUCK OFF!" I shouted.

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"Emmy...Are you alright?" Dylan asked, I nodded putting on a smile nodding my head.

"I'm fine Dylan, just a bit dizzy that's all" I replied as I held my head in my hands, right now..I have just picked up Dylan from school, and on my way back home. My anger has now gone and I am perfectly fine sept for this headache that's came back again...

"Are you sure? You look a bit pale" Dylan asked concerned, I smiled weakly at him before pulling him in my embrace. I am so lucky to have a brother like Dylan, he may be annoying at times but I love him. I love him more then life itself, I basically brought him up since my mother was a workaholic.

"I'm fine, lets just get home" I said trying to convince myself more then anyone, Dylan didn't say anything else as we walked in silence. With each step I took the more dizzy I got, I lasted until I got in the house before I collapsed onto the floor.

"EMMY!" Dylan shouted in concern as he ran over to me, I looked at hes brown eyes to see worry. I heard heavy footsteps coming closer towards me. It was my dad, as soon as he saw me he ran and looked at me with worry lines on his forehead.

"Are you okay?" My father asked concerned, I knew it was fake. My father doesn't worry about me, about anyone. I could'nt move, I couldn't even nod my head. I couldn't get any words out from my dry lips, it was like I was paralyzed.

It was getting harder to stay awake and the voices became distant, what is happening to me? Is this what dying feels like?

Those was my last thoughts before I fell into a never ending darkness.