Bam entered into his house, enjoying the peaceful silence. He lied on the couch and took out his cellphone, putting it on the table. He turned to lie on the side and gazed upon it, wishing it would start flashing and vibrating and it would be Emily from the other side.

But nothing happened. He just stared at it for almost an hour until Ryan opened the front door and distracted him. "What's up man?" Ryan asked and sat on the single couch, turning on the TV.

"I'm fine I guess…how's it going?" Bam checked on him. Ryan just nodded. "Hey you wanna go upstairs and check something funny I found earlier?" Ryan suggested. "Maybe later, I don't feel like moving right now." Bam said apathetically, still very thoughtful.

"What's up? Talk to me, man." Ryan asked, his expression becomes darker and more worried.

"Do you remember that girl from the party?" Bam asked quietly.

"Oh man you wanna tell me you're being like this over a chick?" Ryan's face lightened and he started to laugh.

"I'm fucking serious man, don't laugh in my fucking face." Bam grumbled.

"I'm sorry, it's just not like you at all." Ryan apologized.

Bam sighed. "How old is she anyways? And what about Missy?" Ryan asked, It was as if the voice of sense was screaming in Bam's ears, only that it was Ryan.

Bam put his hands on his head, trying to escape his own thoughts. "I don't know. She's eighteen and she's something different. I'm sick of Missy, she wears me out." Bam spat.

Ryan's eyes widened. "Holy crap, this is serious." He scratched his forehead slightly, trying to think.

Bam sat straight and yawned tiredly. "Have you seen Ape or Phil by the way?" he asked sleepy. "I think your mom is fucking planting some very colorful and gay flowers at the entrance." Ryan smirked.

"Alright I'm off to get some sleep. Be in touch." Bam said and walked up the stairs. He crashed into his bed and turned out the light.

-

Bam's cellphone woke him up, piercing the silence. Its flashing was the only light around the completely darkened room. Bam opened his eyes slightly and reached his hand to grab the cellphone that was playing his current favorite song – "Temptation" by "Cradle of Filth". He looked on the display and saw an unknown number calling. The hour was 2 am. He answered the phone, a shy, feminine and very quite voice was heard from the other side.

"Who is this?" Bam furrowed and pressed his eyes shut, yawning and stretching in his bed.

"It's Emily." She said, she sounded weird, as if she was crying.

Bam straighten his back immediately, attentive to every word from now on. "Hey Emily, how are you?" he asked nicely, this tune made him sick, but what scared him the most was that he really cared and he really meant that question.

She started to weep on the other side. "What's wrong?" Bam's voice came out firm and concerned. "I'm sorry to call you so late at night…and…you wouldn't believe this." Emily's voice trembled and she started to cry hysterically.

"Relax! Take a deep breath." He said slowly, trying to pour sensitivity into his words. He felt stupid. "Now tell me, what happened?" he asked once more. For a few seconds there was no answer, just a killing silence.

"I've been rubbed." Emily said rapidly and wept again. "Relax. I don't understand. Where are you?" Bam tried to understand.

"I'm somewhere out of town, I sneaked out with Joanna, I knew it was a bad idea, but I did it anyways, I'm so stupid I shouldn't have done this, I knew it would end up badly. Dammit." Emily confessed frustrated.

"Alright, where are you calling from?" Bam wondered, he didn't understand why this was happening, why was she calling him? She could have called anyone, a friend, her parents…why him?

"I'm in a phone booth. I don't even know where I am…its sort of a…gas station." Emily mumbled, her talking was cut off.

"But can you tell me the direction?" Bam scratched his forehead worriedly.

"It's...in Valley Forge." Emily said bashfully. Bam sighed. He knew the place…kinda…it was almost 20 miles away.

"Maybe I should call my parents. I don't know what I was thinking. Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you, and I probably woke you up…" Emily said rapidly, almost inarticulately. "I just knew that if they'd find out I'll be grounded 'till I'm fifty and…-" Emily muttered. "Relax! I'm gonna pick you up. It's kinda far so I don't know how much time it'll take, but I'm coming as fast as I can." He said decisively and hung up.

Bam put on a random sweater that was lying on his computer chair, and wore his jeans too. Bam opened the drawer and took out the keys to his purple Lamborghini. He quickly put on pair of boots that were under his bed and took the stairs quietly.

He closed the house and went to the parking, starting the car and drifting away. As he got on the highway road his mind started to imagine all those horrific things about Emily, he hoped she is okay and raised the speed.

-

Bam entered into the empty and abandoned gas station as the car's break squeaking pierced the sounds of the night. Emily sat on the pavement, next to a closed cafeteria. She got up and started to walk towards the car, bending forward a little, trying to see who's in the driver's seat.

Bam walked out of the car straight to her. "You okay?", his eyes widened worriedly, his sight examining her body for bruises or injures. Emily nodded quietly, wiping her face. She looked like hell. "Let's go." Bam shook his head and they entered the car and drove off.

"Nice car." Emily said, still excited. "So what happened?" Bam asked curiously, ignoring her comment.

"Stupid Joanna convinced me to go out with these 2 guys she met. I told her that my parents are kinda pissed cause they found out that I was partying with older guys – I mean…you. And that I was drinking as well. And that I don't think it would be such a great idea to sneak out again cause then I'm gonna lose their trust and my freedom for good, if they find out again." Emily explained calmly. "She convinced me to do it, eventually." Emily interpreted. Bam nodded and kept listening, not taking his eyes off the road.

"We were supposed to go somewhere with these guys, then we went through this gas station and one of the guys asked me to get out of the car to buy them some cigarettes from the grocery shop." She recalled. "I told them that I think the shop is closed, but they insisted, so I got off the car and walked towards the store, that was out of our sights. I saw that the lights were out and the door was closed but when I came back to where the car was, it was no longer there." Emily raised her hands surprisingly.

"You got some nice friends…" Bam smirked, still not looking at her.

"I thought they were joking or something, I thought they were messing with me, so I stayed there for a few minutes, but as the time passed by and nothing happened I started to freak. Then this guy showed up from nowhere, he pulled out a damn gun and took my bag. With my cellphone in it, and my money, I had nothing in my pockets except for your card…" Emily said helplessly and laid her head back. "Relax. Everything's gonna be okay." Bam said and put his right hand on her shoulder.

She looked down on his hand hesitatively, he caught that and pulled his hand away quickly, she just smiled awkwardly.

"Easy for you to say…" she muttered and turned her head to the other side, staring out of the passenger window.

Bam's expression darkened and he turned his sight on her. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Forget it. It doesn't matter." Emily shook her hand in the air.

"No, it does." Bam nodded, insisting, staying quiet and waiting for her answer.

"I just mean that…" Emily started off, clearing her throat, "No offense huh? You got this beautiful car, I haven't seen your house but I'm sure it's a damn palace, and…everything's gonna be okay for you." she said, pressing the last word bitterly.

"We gotta get you a new cellphone…" Bam muttered. "What?" Emily's eyes widened. "I'll buy you a new phone." Bam said brightly.

"No! I can not agree to that." Emily insisted, not believing to what she just heard.

"Why not?" Bam shrugged, she had no reason. He smiled, "Otherwise, How are we gonna stay in touch?" He winked at her.

Emily remained silent. She was so tired and after 5 minutes of driving she fell asleep. Bam kept driving, taking a peek at her peaceful sleepy expression from time to time.

He was almost seduced to pull over and plant a small kiss on her lips, her skin was silky smooth and her dark pink lips reminded him of a porcelain doll. She was so young, pure, and special.

Bam went out and fucked tunes of girls, it was one of the bonuses of being famous. He already knew how to identify types of girls. But she…she was nothing like any type he knew.

"Where are we?" She asked weakly as she woke up 20 minutes later.

"We've got some time. You can go back napping." He smiled and said quietly. The calm atmosphere allowed her to trust him and close her eyes again.

As they entered to the road that led to her house he woke her up slowly. "Emily…" he whispered."We're here." He informed, bending over her.

Bam turned off the engine when they were far enough from her house, he didn't want to make any noise. "We'll walk the rest." He said and walked quietly out of the car, heading to the passenger seat to open the door for her.

"Clever." She muttered and organized her long black hair that was a little messy and they started to walk towards the entrance.

"Thanks again Bam, you saved me. I'll just sneak up to bed and hope for good, if I won't wake them up, everything should turn out just fine." Emily informed, trying to calm herself down. Bam nodded and bent over, Emily became petrified. He slowly and carefully leaned his lips on her cheek.

He broke the touch a second later and gave her a serious look. He didn't know why he was doing this, maybe cause he felt rejected so he didn't want to try anything anyway. "Goodnight." He whispered. "Goodnight." She whispered back and closed the door. Bam walked across the front porch of her house into his car and drove away.

Even though she was tired, Emily couldn't fall asleep so easily that night. She knew the sun will rise in a few hours and that she had to get some sleep, but Bam's image couldn't be erased from her mind.

-

Next morning

Emily's mom woke her up gently, she caressed her forehead and headed to open the shutters, letting the sun in. As the rays lighted up the room, Emily blinked and squeezed her eyes shut. "Mom!" she grumbled and pulled the blanket above her head.

"Come on honey, we're already late. We have to go to church! It's Sunday, in case you forgot." Her mother answered in Emily's most hatred tune. "Put on some nice white shirt." She offered and walked out of the room. Emily sat in her bed reluctantly, feeling sorry for herself. She hated to go to church, she hated that stupid tradition, and her parents liked church so much. Sometimes she wished she didn't have to go to church or do million of other stupid things that her parents insisted she'd do. And she envied other kids that didn't have to do all the things that their parents asked them to. Joanna for example never went to church.

Emily walked downstairs in her white, elegant dickie shirt. "I don't feel so good." She said, grabbing her head. "You'll be just fine." Her mother insisted, handing her a sandwich and implying that she'd sit. Emily obeyed quietly, taking the sandwich and sitting next to her dad. "Good morning." He said cheerfully. She just nodded back and took a bite.

She wondered what Bam might be doing right now, she guessed he was probably sleeping in peace, and nobody dares to interrupt him.

"This is a nice shirt." Her dad said politely and finished his coffee. He got up quietly and went upstairs to get ready. Her mother came back down in a dickie shirt and a matching skirt. Emily examined her silently, "You should try skirts too, from time to time." Her mother said, looking disgustfully on her blue jeans.

A few hours later, when they already came back home, Emily went straight up the stairs and into her room. She closed the door behind her and put on some rock ballads CD, she laid her head on the pale pink sheets and closed her eyes, trying to wash away the thoughts about her unbearable life.

Monday morning seemed much brighter. Emily's schedule at school started a little later than the usual so she didn't have to wake up so early. The hour was 8 as her digital watch rang in her ear. She sent her lazy hand to shut him off and got out of bad slowly. She made her way into the bathroom and did the usual morning things, she ate and went back upstairs to get ready. Emily loved those days when she used to walk around her empty house, no bugging mom that would tell her to do this and that because she's already late.

At 9 and a half she was already on her way to the bus station as she saw on it the sticker of Bam. She smiled to herself, his joyful expression made her feel good inside. She thought about him during the ride to school, and figured that one of the few things she loved about him was…that he made everything look so easy. He really knew how to enjoy himself, and when she was around him he always tried to make her feel good.

As she got off the bus infront of her school she saw a huge group of people gathering around, next to the gate. Emily was curious but the bell rang and she knew that she has only 5 minutes to get to class, so she kept walking and ignored the hustle.

She stepped down the hall, wishing none of the assholes from her class would be there to molest her. "Here's the nerd!" Josh called out, his friends looking at him, they turned their looks on the door to see Emily walking in and then laughed. "Passing the tests isn't making me a nerd, not like you…retard." Emily mumbled and went to her seat.

"What was that?" Josh provoked her and sat next to her, examining her frozen expression. Emily wished that the bell would ring again and the teacher would come in. But nothing happened, Josh kept staring at her and she didn't dare to look into the eyes.

"You're such a coward. You don't have the guts to say it to my face." Josh sneered. "You're a lowlife loser who's just frustrated from not being able to pass the exams, so he takes it out on someone who is capable of doing this." She whispered, but even his friends could hear. They laughed and growled, not believing to what she said.

Josh got up and grabbed her by the neck, he pushed her against the wall as she heard his friends asking him to stop at the background. Josh raised his fist and smacked it into her face forcefully, she lost her balance and dropped to the floor, knocked by the agonizing blow.

Emily ran away from class into the bathroom, she stood infront of the mirror and stared at her swallowing cheek turning red-violet. The pain was piercing and tormenting, it burned even to try to move her lips.

Joanna entered into the bathroom and stood infront of the mirror as she noticed something at the corner of her eye. She looked down and saw Emily sitting next to the basin, with her arms around her knees, crying soundlessly.

"Oh my god, Emily! what happened to your face? Look at me." Joanna bent forward and pushed Emily's chin a little upwards. Emily looked into her eyes blankly, her black eyes full of tears and nothing more. "Who did this to you?" Joanna asked horrified. "What do you care? You left me in a deserted gas station and went with those idiots!" Emily said bitterly.

"I called you like million times but there was no answer! Those assholes thought it was funny, I told them to go back but they wouldn't listen!" Joanna justified herself. Emily just kept shivering and weeping. "I'm so sorry Emily…" Joanna started off, sitting next to her and wrapping her arms around Emily's shoulders.

"My cellphone was stolen, along with the other stuff in my bag." Emily cut off Joanna's apologizes.

"Oh my god, that night? Please tell me he didn't rape you, did he?" Joanna's eyes widened. Emily shook her head to the right and to the left and Joanna sighed in relief. "So how did you get this?" Joanna looked at her cheek, she seemed in pain only from looking on it. "Stupid Josh. I can't believe he did it." Emily confessed quietly.

"What? He beat you?" Joanna screamed. "Yeah, because I told him he is a lowlife loser who can not pass a poor test." Emily wiped her tears and smirked. "We gotta do something!" Joanna said firmly. "Like what? Hit him back?" Emily closed her eyes desperately and leaned her head against the wall. Joanna remained silent, she knew there was nothing to do.