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A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2)

... umm..." Emmy pulls down the t-shirt under her jacket to cover it, feeling a little embarrassed and ashamed. "I got it a few weeks ago." Chris sighs and shakes his head in disappointment, which makes Emmy lower her head in shame, feeling like she disappointed him. "Well, the reason I stopped by is to drive you guys to school on my way to the precinct." His expression changes and turns to Danny. Since their father went away to prison over four years ago Chris has been there for them as much as he can. He's been a somewhat consistent, positive role model in their lives. "So, whenever you guys are ready." Chris drops Danny off first on the way to Emmy's high school. "So, uhh, you doin' okay?" Chris asks Emmy as he drives. Emmy looks down at her phone. "Umm... Yeah, why?" She looks up at him. "Just curious. If there's anything you need you know you can always call me, right?" He looks over to her. Chris is a sergeant in his mid-thirty's in the local police department and he's often not available to be there for the kids as much as he'd like. He's a sturdy, good-looking guy of average height, and a straight-laced, confident guy with ambition and a strong sense of morality. "I know." She smiles up at him. He smiles back down to her and gives her a playful wink. Chris first noticed that she had some issues a few years back when he saw the scars on her arm from cutting. But thankfully she made a promise to never do it again. "School is going well, right?" He inquires further. Emmy ...

... sighs. "I know, I know. Sorry, just curious about your life is all." "It's okay..." Emmy replies softly. "It's going well, by the way." She lies. In reality it's not going well and she misses a lot of classes and is in danger of failing a few. "Well, this is your stop." Chris stops the car in front of her school. "Be good, sweet heart. Don't turn too many heads of those teenage boys, ha ha." Chris chuckles and winks at her. "Okay, I will." She smiles at him before exiting the car. "Bye!" She waves and he waves back. It's Emmy's last class before lunch break, Mr. Butler's eleventh grade math. "Emmy, hold on." He approaches her before she leaves, putting his hand on her leather shoulder from behind. She flinches a little, somewhat startled, looking up at him with confusion. "I need to talk to you about something." He steps in front of her to close the door after everyone else leaves. "Come, sit." He grabs her by the underarm and leads her to his desk, she looks up at him a bit repulsed and uncomfortable as she feels his touch. All semester he's been giving her looks and she's caught him staring at her. He's a nerdy guy in his mid-thirty's with a stocky build, a balding head and glasses on his face. He sits across from her at his desk. "We need to talk about your performance in my class." He adjusts his glasses and looks down at some papers on his desk. "Okay." Emmy says curiously, knowing exactly what he's going to say. She gulps and looks down with guilt. "You're in danger of ...