Emmett's POV

It had been four days ago that Daphne officially introduced me to Bay Madeline Kennish. I had wanted to follow her. And no matter how weird that was, today I would. I saw her leave her studio. She had bruises all down her arms. She didn't know I was there. She got in her car and I followed close behind her. She drove to east river side. Ty's house? Ty was sort of Daphne's older brother, not by blood of course. But platonically. What would Bay be doing at Ty's house? He opened the door and literally pulled her inside. I saw her phone in her car and jumped off my bike and grabbed it. I opened her messages to Ty and they actually scared me. " my house. Now." " where'd you run off to today, I wasn't through with you." but the one that scared me the most was this. " if you tell anyone I will KILL you." I went around back and from one window I saw everything. Ty threw her against the floor and began to kick her. Hard. The bruises. I saw him pick her up and force his lips onto hers. He then threw her onto to the bed. I looked away.

Bay's POV

It had been 5 days since Ty took me from the park. I was his slave. He knew. And I knew. He threw me against the bed and I crouched into a ball. The only coverage I had was the bruises. Suddenly there was a loud a loud sound from the front room. Ty got up. "Don't move." I wouldn't have. But to make sure I didn't he hit me in the top of my forehead. I heard a muffled voice and hands slapping together. Sign language. Daphne? I was on the verge of passing out. I saw Ty run into the bedroom and he threw a blanket at me.

"cover yourself." I did as I was told. Then I heard something fall to the floor. No. someone. Suddenly someone sat next to me on the bed. The blanket moved from the top of my head and then hands rushed to my forehead. Felt it. Blood. Falling slowly. Dripping down the side of my face. I passed out.

Emmett's POV

I ran to the front of the house and tried to open the door. Locked. I pulled out the credit card I had for this exact reason and slid it through the door crack and the second the lock came undone I threw the door open against the wall. Ty ran out to see me standing there. I went up to him and he signed for me to get out. Like I was going down that easy. I said " Where's Bay?" clear as day. I spoke using my voice for the first time in eight years. His eyes widened and I pushed him and he ran to the bedroom and I saw a blanket fly threw the air towards the bed. I went in and punched him in the jaw. Then again. He fell to the floor. Wimp. I walked over to the bed and moved the blanket. I saw it. Her forehead. Covered in blood. She was passed out. I wrapped her in the blanket and picked her up. She felt like she couldn't be more than 100 pounds. It scared me how light she was. I ran outside and put her in her car and put my motorcycle in the trunk. Then I got in and drove straight to my house. No one was home. I walked to my room and laid her down on the bed. I grabbed a shirt out of my drawer and wiped the dried blood of her forehead. I looked down at her. This gift of perfection. Of life. And now she was barely living at all. She was breathing but it was short and rapid. Slowly her eyes began to open. I saw her say something. Ty? She thought I was Ty. She sat up holding the blanket and looked at me. " Emmett?" I looked into her eyes. I took out my phone and typed messages to her. " you need to go to a hospital." she looked at my message. " NO! please no. I'm fine." I looked at her. I signed instead of using my phone. "What happened?" she looked at me with her big brown eyes. She was hesitant.

"How did you find out?"

"I followed you."

"Why?"

"I knew you weren't safe." she looked down and held out her arms. They were almost completely black and blue. It was clear she had no clothes on either.

"when I first saw you, at the park. He was in the trees." so he was what had scared her. That bastard.

" He took me to his house. And he beat me." she paused. I knew why she was reluctant to say the next part. Especially to a guy.

"He raped me. He has the last five days." she started to cry. I wanted to help her. I got up and went to my mom's room and grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt for her. When I came back I handed them to her. She looked confused. I made the sign for mom and she nodded. She still had tears streaming down her face. She put one the borrowed clothes and said thank you. I didn't know how to help her. She didn't seem to know how to help herself. So that night, while I slept on the couch, Bay slept in my bed