You Got Me by Mercy Amare

stairs, Roxy was waiting for me at the bar.
    “ Do you want a beer?” she asked.
    “ Yes, please.” Pizza and beer has to be the best combination ever.
    She popped the top on a beer and handed it to me. I've never heard of the brand before, but it looked expensive.
    “You drink water,” I told her before she could grab anything else.
    “ Yes, sir,” she laughed.
    Once she sat down, we both grabbed a piece of pizza and began eating.
    “This is the best pizza ever,” she moaned as she took another bite.
    “ I told you that you were hungry.”
    “ I must be,” she agreed. “You know, Chicago truly has the best pizza. Nothing is better than thick Chicago crust.”
    “ I've never been to Chicago before,” I admitted. “Actually, I've hardly been anywhere.”
    “ Out of all the places I have been, I would have to say that Alabama is my favorite.” She took a sip of her water. “Chicago is so busy. Even when I was in school, it wasn't so great. The teachers just don't care. Nobody does.”
    “ I do love Alabama,” I agreed.
    Really, being in Alabama wasn't so bad. I had my family, friends, and of course, Roxy, and that was enough for me. I didn't need a fancy house, or a brand new car to feel complete. I just needed someone to love.
    Roxy ate 2 slices of pizza, which was a lot for her, and I ate 5. I probably should have stopped after 3, but I couldn't. It was so good. We decided not to drink anymore, and instead crashed in the “theater room”, as Roxy called it. The room was decent sized, and in the front they had a mini theater screen. We decided on an action movie. 5 minutes into the movie, Roxy fell asleep on my lap.
    I watched the whole movie, and then carried Roxy to her room. When I sat her down on her bed, she opened her eyes and reached out for me. “Stay,” she asked.
    “I can't. Your parents...”
    “ They won't mind,” she said, sleepily.
    I hesitated, but finally climbed into bed beside her. She curled up next to me and fell right back asleep. I wasn't really that sleepy yet, so I pulled out my phone. When I unlocked the screen, I still had my Google search pulled up. I clicked on the first news article.
     
    September 3
     
    35 year old Sarah Bradford attempted to kill her 16 year old daughter, Emma Bradford. According to police reports Sarah cut young Emma from the top of her ribcage all the way down her stomach and to her leg. She cut her completely open and then started pulling out her intestines.
    Police showed up a few hours later when Sarah called the cops. She told police that it wasn't her daughter, it was a demon. She reportedly told police, “I was trying to cut the demon out of her. I just want my baby back.” Sarah Bradford has been taken into police custody.
    Her daughter Emma is in critical condition. Doctor's say that she has about a 50% chance of survival. Police say this isn't the first time that Sarah has hurt Emma. She also has cut, and burn marks on her hands, and feet. She has a long road of recovery ahead of her, physically, and mentally.
    Today was Emma's sixteenth birthday. She is in all of our prayers.
     
    I wanted to cry for Roxy. Her mom was sick and twisted. I locked my phone, unable to look at any more articles. I was sick to my stomach from what I read.
    I looked at Roxy's hands. They looked perfect. There wasn't a scar on them. I turned them over and looked at her palms, and that's when I saw the marks. There was a big circle in the middle of her hand. It looked like she was burnt over and over again. There were cut marks all over her hand as well.
    Roxy stirred, and I froze. She scooted closer and fell right back asleep. She snored quietly, and I had to admit, it was cute.
    What happened to me? I'm lying in bed with a girl, watching her sleep! A girl who a couple of hours ago begged me to have my way with her, and I refused, saying I wanted our first time to be special. Wow, I've turned into a girl.
    I looked at Roxy's arms. The ink was worn off from