Her drive was long. He didn't live all that far away from her, but the drive was long. She had a headache, and a pain in her stomach. When she got to the stop light she looked in the mirror, she had an obviously new red mark on her face. She kept driving and when she got to Will's she parked in the parking garage and grabbed for her bag. She scrambled through it pushing everything out of the way. She had planned on sleeping at a motel, with no one she knew, and she also didn't plan on being hit. She wanted to cover herself up. She didn't want Will to see the mark on her face. But she had no make up, she didn't think she would need it when originally packing her bag. Why was she going to Will's? She didn't really know. She got out of her car, leaving her bag and walked into his building. She got in the elevator and took the short trip up to the third floor which had Will's apartment. It was at the end of the hallway, so she walked down there. Her heels clicking against the floor with every step. It was 11 at night, and she knew a lot of people would be sleeping in their apartments. She also knew showing up and Will's right now might be a little confusing for him. When she reached his apartment she stood there. She thought about what had just had just happened and what was about to happen. She didn't knock, she just stood there. She was starring blankly at this apartment door. She couldn't knock. She couldn't and she wouldn't. She turned around and walked down the hallway.

"Emma?" It was Will's voice. "Em, is that you?" Emma stood there, back to Will. He had been putting something in the hallway for the staff to pick up, or something. She didn't turn around until Will walked towards her and put his hand on her shoulder, forcing her to both wince, and turn around to face him. Her shoulders hurt from being slammed against the wall. When Emma made eye contact with him, he looked confused. His eyes were shooting all around her face. At her messed up hair, and the redness and puffiness of her eyes, at the red mark on her cheek. Emma could see that he was trying to speak but no words were coming out. She didn't speak either. All of a sudden they were in Will's apartment. Emma was sitting on his couch and Will was getting her a cup of coffee. In the 2 minutes they had been together no words were said. They were just in silence. Will walked over and handed her the coffee, and sat down on the other end of the couch, facing her. She brought the coffee to her mouth, but upon realizing it was too hot she set it on the table, Will was watching her.

"What the hell happened, Em?" he asked. His voice was that of concern. It was full of love and worry. He cared about her so much. She wasn't looking at him. She was looking at her own fingers in her lap, picking at her nails. She began to cry again and Will scooted over and took Emma into a loving embrace. A hug. A hug that both he and she never wanted to let go of. So they didn't. The hug lasted almost half a minute which was long for a hug. Will broke it off, but remained close and asked Emma what happened again. "Em? Tell me what happened."

Emma spoke quietly, shyly and hesitantly. Almost a whisper. "I'm a virgin, Will" She didn't know what to expect from that. "Oh... o-okay" he responded, equally not knowing how to respond but taking a chance. "How does Carl feel about that?" He didn't like that Carl got to have her, and spend time with her, and be with her. As shallow and bad as it sounds, he was glad that she was a virgin, because that meant Carl didn't get to have that. In response to his question, she just shook her head and lowered her face into her hands.

"Oh Em, Oh god Em.. did he do this?" No response, or even sound, came out of Emma's mouth. She just sat there with her face in her hands. "Emma, I need you to talk to me" He remained very calm. Very mature and patient. Inside he was burning though. He was pretty sure he knew what happened, but he needed Emma to say it. "Did he.. do this.. to you.. because you wouldn't have sex with him?"

She slowly slid her face out of her hands, but not looking up at Will. She continued with her face down, once again picking at her nails in her lap. She let the tiniest slip of sound come out of her mouth. "Yes." Will rolled his head and shot up. "I'm gunna kill him. I am going to kill him" he brought his hand up to his face, and ran it across his eye. He was standing there, looking off and shaking his head. "I am going to kill him Emma"

Emma gave up and spoke. "No, Will.. it's uhm, it's not his fault"

"What the hell do you mean it's not his fault?" Will was walking over to Emma, and sat back down beside her. "He hit you Emma"

"I know, but I should have just.. you know.. had sex with him and then this never would have happened and everything would be okay" She was speaking in the was she always does. Fast and as if she is convincing herself of what she is saying while she speaks.

"No. What? Emma. This is in NO way your fault. Do you understand what you're saying? You're..you're saying that you deserved to be hit because you.. weren't ready for something. A big something. He has no right to make you do something you're not.. ready for.. and he certainly has no right to hit you. Ever"

She just sat there, watching him talk. On the inside she was understand what he was saying, but wouldn't acknowledge it on the outside. "Do you understand that Emma?"

"I.. I do, yes"

"Let's go" Will said, grabbing his coat.

"Wh...what? where?" She was still speaking shyly.

"I'm going to kill him. You can stay here if you want. But I'm going."

Emma followed him out his door and down the hall.