A.N: Trigger Warnings for homophobia. Difficult coming out experience. Emotional (Slightly Physical also) Abuse.

-CH2-

When the last of the groceries had been brought in, Wynonna thanked Nicole for helping them before she grabbed a tub of ice-cream, a spoon and a bottle of whiskey.

"Nicole, are you staying the night?" Wynonna asked as the three of them settled onto the couch.

"I-uh..."

"You can if you want to, Nicole. It's okay." Waverly smiled, resting a hand on the redhead's knee.

"O-okay, yeah. If you both don't mind."

"Not a problem here, make yourself comfortable. You can even have the first pick of what movie we're gonna watch." Wynonna scooped up a large bite of ice-cream and slid it into her mouth, chasing it with a whiskey shot before swallowing it all.

"I interrupted some family time..." Nicole said slowly. Like she's processing it all in her mind.

"Nope, we were going to get drunk and watch movies till we fell asleep."

"Not we. She," Waverly said and rolled her eyes. "Wynonna, don't drag me into your drinking habits," Waverly playfully whacked her sister's arm, making the blob of ice-cream fall off the spoon, back into the tub.

"Wh-Hey!" Wynonna sighed and shoved Waverly gently making them both laugh.

Waverly stood up and grabbed Nicole's hand. "Come on. Let's find you some more relaxing clothes to sit in. Jeans aren't relaxing."

"If you're not back in five minute's, I'm sending a search party."

"Wynonna, really?" Waverly scoffed, Nicole only smiled at the two of them. She wished she had a sibling to be this close to. Or even a parent.

Tears sprung to the redhead's eyes once more as she reminded herself as to why she left in the middle of the night without a second thought and found herself sitting on the Earp's front porch.

"Mum, Dad-" Nicole interrupted them from their conversation, she was standing in the doorway to the kitchen after mulling it over of when she should do this or not. "I need to talk to you both."

They stopped, turned, and looked at her.

"What's wrong, Nicole?" Her mother asked. "Are you alright?"

"I'm better than alright, actually. I met someone. And they make me really happy. They've been the only person to be nice to me since we moved here."

"That's nice." Her mother smiled, but it didn't seem like a happy one. It looked like she knew something was coming.

"Well is that what you wanted to talk about?" Her father asked.

"She asked me on a date."

"She?" They said at the same time.

"Her name is Waverly. Waverly Earp. I like her a lot."

"No." Was all her mother said, her dad was too silent for too long, making Nicole more nervous.

"Get out. I will not have someone so filthy in this house. You're a girl. They're supposed to be with boys."

"That's not who I am, daddy," Nicole's voice cracked, tears starting to well up in her eyes, her throat tightening.

"Then you aren't the girl we raised. This girl has brainwashed you. She's done something to you." Her mother growled, and she grabbed Nicole by the arm tightly, leading her towards the front door.

A pained cry fell from the young redhead's lips as she felt the nails dig into her bicep. "You will not return here unless you have gotten help for this, Nicole. You're sick!"

Nicole was pushed from the front door, her knee scraping on the pavement as she failed to catch herself from the force of her mother's arm and her heart hammered.

She turned to look back up at them both, but then the door was slammed, and there was the sound of the lock clicking into place.

She gathered her thoughts for a moment before running over to the garage, grabbing her bike and jumping on it. Her emotions were raging inside of her as she peddled until she couldn't breathe.

She felt cold and numb. But her anger was heating her up from the inside out.

She didn't remember anything. She didn't know where she was until she saw a mailbox with the name 'EARP' written on it and she swallowed, pushing her bike the rest of the way, she let it fall against the fence before walking up the front steps, knocking on the front door.

There was a light on inside, but it was dead silent. She sighed, sitting on the front steps, letting her head drop onto her knee's, curling into herself to stay warm through the thin tank top she had on that did nothing to ward off the chilly air.

It was less than a few minutes later when the headlights of Waverly's jeep blinded her through her tear-filled eyes.

There was a second or two before Waverly was running across the snow that almost completely thawed out and into her bubble.

"Nicole? What are you doing here?" She asked softly, a hand resting on Nicole's forearm after the redhead stood up to meet her properly.

"My parents... I told them, and they kicked me out. They actually said to get out and not come back. Well, my mother pushed me out the door, to be honest."

"Oh, sweetie," Waverly said softly, wrapping her arms around the taller teen. "Hey, why don't you go inside and get cleaned up and I'll just get the groceries-" She gestured to the car before opening the door to the house. "You can stay the night, or as long as you need to," Waverly said, and ran back over to the car without giving Nicole a chance to reply.

Nicole was pulled out of her thoughts when she was handed a pair of sweatpants and a large sleep shirt. She smiled softly, thanking Waverly before the smaller girl pulled the door closed behind to her let her change in privacy.

"Hey, Nicole?" Waverly asked through the door.

"Yeah, Waves?"

"How did you know where I lived?"

"Actually, I didn't. I didn't even plan to come here. I just got on my bike and rode till I couldn't breathe." Nicole pulled the door open as she folded her jeans neatly, letting Waverly back into the room. "I saw the mailbox and prayed it was the same Earp," Nicole smiled nervously.

"We're the only Earps in town," Waverly shrugged as she spoke. She grabbed her pillow and a spare before nodding downstairs. "Come on, before Wynonna eats all the doughnuts."