Emma's face hardened. "I don't trust people." With that, seh scampered off.
Louis snorted. She didn't trust people? He'd never heard that one before. It applied to every orphan everywhere, not least himself.
The one blonde girl got up and the rest of her friends began to follow her out the door after Emma. A couple had knives from dinner.
Louis frowned, watching after the girls. Silently, he followed them.
Emma was walking when one girl suddenly reached her nd yanked her back. "Where do you think you're going?" she sneered, slapping Emma in the face.
"She couldn't stand the sight of your ugly faces any longer," Louis said calmly, stepping in front of the group of girls. Inside he was seething. How could they be so horrible?
the girls glared at him. "Go 'way. This little b*tch is not your concenr."
"I guess I've just made her my concern then."
Emma glared at him. "Louis, please." Emily laughed. "Louis, please." she mimicked. Everyone laughed and Emma gritteed her teeth,
Unconcerned, Louis didn't stop. He was sort of enjoying himself if he was honest. "I remember when I used to mimic people. Then I turned four."
Emily rolled her eyes. "He's not worth it, girls." Then she kicked Emma in the stomachhard. Emma groanedand gasped. Suddenly, the whole lot of girls fell to beating her and shouting at her.
Louis sprang forward, pulling the girls away. "Get away from her!" he yelled.
A knife slashed Emma across the chest and she struggled against her attackers in vain.
Louis felt his fist collide with the face of the girl with the knife, twisting the weapon out of her grasp. "If you don't leave right now, someone's going to get hurt."
Finally, the girls got the message and with a final sneer, they left. Emmaleaned against the wall and closed her eyes, breathing deeply.
Louis went over to her and stuck out his hand. "Do you want me to walk you to the dorm?"
She opened her eyes. "Get away from me."
Finally Louis lost his temper. "I've done nothing but try to help you since I got here! I missed escaping from this prison because you were crying, I'm probably going to get yelled at for punching a girl. What more can I do?"
Emma lost it as well. "Did it ever occur to you I don't want to be helped? It shoud have, sicne I've been trying to tell you that since the moment we met to leave me alone!" she shouted.