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A/N: Hello all! This will be my second fic! And thanks to all who reviewed
my first story. Now, I would like to dedicate this one to Jen H.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon! If I did I would be filthy rich and I would
NOT be living in %$#@!! GA!

"Thanks, Matt!" Sora called to him as she climbed off his motorcycle. He and
she had just been to a football game at Odaiba High and Matt was dropping
her off. "Alright!" he called through his helmet. "See you tomorrow!" he
waved and sped off into the night. 'Nothing could ruin this night I spent
with him....' Sora thought to herself. She was madly in love with Yamato,
ever since they were 7. Matt had a difficult time when he first moved to
Odaiba, constantly getting teased. Sora was his only real friend. 'Nothing
could ruin this night I spent with him....' she thought again as she headed
up to her apartment.
Except one thing...

As Sora stepped up to her apartment door, she could hear glass shattering
and screaming. Her parents were at it again. Her abusive and alcoholic
father was on another terrorizing rampage. Then she heard a loud smacking
sound, then sobs. Sora cringed. How she hated to come home. She turned the
door and walked in.

Sure enough, her mother was slumped on the floor, her hand in her hands.
"Don't you EVER speak that way to me AGAIN!" he kicked her hard in the side.
"Do you hear me?!" her mother only nodded. Her father looked over at Sora.
He had a look of pure hatred as he made his way over to her. She could smell
the alcohol on his breath as he towered over her. "And where have you been?"
he demanded. "I-I told you that I was going to the football game with
Yamato.." she stuttered. He looked over at the clock which read 10:06 PM.
"You're late," he sneered. "O-Only by six minutes...I'm sorry!" she tried to
explain. Then she felt his fist hit her in the nose. Hard. Sora whimpered.
"Don't you talk back to me!" he stormed. "Daddy...please..." she pleaded as
she held her face in her hands. He shoved her against the wall and grabbed
one of her arm. He squeezed very hard, leaving a huge bruise. He glared at
her and backhanded her several times across the face. Tears rolled down her
cheeks as she fell to the ground. Then his fists started banging on her
back. He beat and beat 'til she thought she was going to pass out. Finally,
she felt numb. He gave her one last kick in the side and returned to the
couch. "Get off your ass and go work." he told her as he opened another can
of beer.

She didn't know how long she had been laying there. She had lost track of
the time. Her mother was gone and her father was asleep on the couch. She
slowly crawled into her bedroom and shut the door. She limped to her bed and
sat down. "Yamato.." she sobbed. How she wanted to feel his arms around her.
Gently stroking her cheek, whispering in her ear that everything would be
alright.

They had been best friends since they were 7, and he always listened to her
problems. She deabted whether calling him or not.
'No, he would come after my dad and he would get hurt himself.' she thought.
She slowly crawled into bed and flicked off the light; her thought going to
something happy and wonderful....
Yamato Ishida

Yamato, it was all Sora could think about. He was her essence, her
motivation, her...everything. If she lost him, she would just cease to
exist. Normally, this would be a good thing, but she still wasn't sure if he
felt the same way. She wanted him; she wanted to be with him. But, with his
fame, his good looks, his charm.... every girl in Odaiba had her heart set
on him. "What am I thinking," she though out loud. "He'll only see me as a
friend."
And with that she rolled over and fell asleep.

*~ Next day ~*

Sora stepped off the school bus and saw him. He was there every morning
waiting for her. He was always there. Despite the terrible pain she was
feeling, she put on her best smile for him. "Hey Matt!" she called. He saw
her and absolutely beamed. "There she is," he said walking up to her. Then
he stopped dead in his tracks."Sora, your face. What happened?" he asked,
examining her face. "Oh...uh... nothing. I just.."
"Sora," Matt said as he softly squeezed her hand. "Tell me."
"I... I c-can't," she stammered as she turned away. She was ashamed. Too
afraid to even look at him. He stepped closer to her. "Sora, is someone
doing this to you?"
"Y-Yamato..please.." she said as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Matt was confused, to say the least. He reaches his hand to her face,
attempting to wipe her tears away, but he accidentaly brushed his hand
against her nose. Sora practically screamed in pain. Now they were
attracting quite a crowd. "Sora! Sora, what is it..."
"Matt!" she cried as she grabbed ahold of his shirt and sobbed into his
chest. Now people were starting to stop and stare."Sora, let's go somewhere
else," he said as he wrapped his arms around her.

Sora clutched his arm as they walked to a nearby park. Yamato knew he was
going to get in a lot of trouble for skipping, but he decided his best
friend was more important. She leaned her head on his shoulder as they
walked through the beautiful park. "Yamato.." said Sora, finally breaking
the silence. "I owe it to you to tell you."
"No," he said, softly placing his finger over her lips. "You don't have to
tell me. I don't want you to if you feel uncomfortbale telling me."
"No, I have to. I have to tell someone. But you have to promise me you won't
tell anyone. OK?"
"I promise," he swore.
She looked away. "It's my papa...he's been hitting me and my mother." she
told him as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Sora...oh God, I'm so sorry." he hugged her tightly and she put her head on
his chest. "How long?" he askes. Sora held him tighter. "About a year. He-"
she couldn't finish. She just lost it all.

She cried against him for quite some time and told him everything. How he
had been doing this for about a year, how he was an alcoholic, and how he
also beat her mother. "And-" Sora started. "Yes?" Yamato looked down at her,
his blue eyes glistening. She could stare into those blue eyes forever.
"One...one night, he was terribly drunk. And he...he.." tears flowed down
her face and she squeezed her eyes shut. He slowly stroked her hair. "What
did he do, Sora?"
"He...he..raped me." she broke down and told him everything.
Matt's eyes bulged. He pulled her closer to him. "Sora... I wish I could
have been there to protect you." he told her.
"M-Matt...please, you can't tell anyone." she begged. He only smiled. "I
won't. I promised. BUT! If this gets out of hand..I'll have to do
something." She hesitated, then nodded.

After the little talk, they spent the day in the park, walking around and
feeding the ducks. They had a wonderful time until it was well into the
evening. "Oh my God!" Sora panicked. "I was supposed to be home ten minutes
ago! Dad is going to KILL me.." "Sora," Matt told her. "Please, let me take
you home. Maybe he won't if he sees you with me." She nodded. "Alright."

As they arrived at her apartment, Sora grabbed hold of his arm. "Matt, I'm
scared." "Don't be." he said to her. 'I'm with you..I won't let anything
happen to you.' he added to himself. As they neared the door, she could hear
shouting and screaming. Sora grimaced and looked to him. "Matt...go on
home."
"No," he said "Not until I know you are safe." She slowly nodded and opened
the door.

There lay her mother on the floor, her father beating on her rapidly. He
stopped and looked over to Sora and Matt. "What the hell is HE doing here?"
her father demanded. "I offered to walk her home," Matt told him. "Well get
lost! She's home!" her father boomed. "But-" Matt started, but he was cut
off by Sora. "Matt, go. I'll be ok." Slowly, he left.

Sora stepped into the apartment and her father at once grabbed hold of her.
"What did you tell him?" he demanded. "N-Nothing! I promise, daddy!" He
growled and punched her hard. She stumbled, ramming into the kitchen
counter. He grasped his hands together, making a gigantic fist. *SLAM!* went
his fists against her face. She screamed and sank to the floor. Blood
dripped from her face to the floor. She could feel him beating on her.
'Yamato...' she thought to herself. How she wanted him. How she needed him.
"Yamato.." she cried out loud. Big mistake. "Yamato?!" her father yelled.
"So," he sickered slyly. "You're Yamato isn't here to save you. That's too
bad." He grasped her neck with his hand and dragged her into the bedroom. He
flung her onto the bed and tied her hands to the bed post with his leather
belt. "NO! DADDY!" she screamed. Not again. "Shut up!" he yelled as he
smacked her across the face.

He took out his knife and held it to her throat. "If you tell anyone, you
will die." he told her. She nodded and jerked her head away. He tore off her
shirt. Tears flowed from her eyes as he started touching her. He brought his
knife to her bra and sliced it open. Her chest was fully exposed to him.
"No, please.." Sora cried. He started to touch her and rub her. He squeezed
her hard. Then she felt his mouth on her chest. She screamed.

Her only hope was her mother. And right as she thought that, she heard the
door slam. 'NO!' she thought. Her only chance was gone.

She then heard a baning on the front door. She looked down at her father
who was too busy with her to notice. Then she saw him.

Her angel. There he was. Matt had come back. He ran up to her father and
tore him off of her. Matt delivered a series of hard beatings to him before
her father shoved him against the window. Her father charged him, and at the
last second, Matt hopped out of the way. He went crashing through the window
and fell to the street below where he lay lifeless. Finally. He was gone.

He looked back to Sora, who was still tied up. 'He's looking at me..' she
thought. She closed her eyes, hoping this was all just a bad dream. He
walked over and kneeled beside her bed. "Sora, I'm so sorry I wasn't here
earlier." he said quietly as he freed her hands from the belt. "Please," she
sobbed. "Don't look at me." But he was looking at her. But not at her bare
chest; he was looking right into her eyes. She couldn'y help it, she had to
hug him. And so she did. "Matt," she sobbed. He sat down on the bed and took
her in his arms.

"Sora, I'm sorry. Sorry I wasn't there to protect you all those times."
She held him tightly, the only thing she could do. "It'll be ok," he said
to her. Suddenly she stopped crying and looked at him. "I know. I know
because you are here with me. Matt, I love you." she couldn't believe what
she had just said. '$#@!%!!!' she thought. He brought his head closer to
hers and brushed a few strands of her hair from her face, carefully. Then he
kissed her.

The world disappeared. His kiss was so sweet, so soft. Filled
with love. She wound her arms around his neck and her fingers went through
his hair. They slowly pulled apart. "Sora," he whispered. "I love you, too.
I promise you will never get hurt again." He pulled her close. She finally
felt loved.

T
H
END

A/N Ok, how was it? I know, you probably think it was terrible, but review
it anyway.