Author's Note: Since I made you guys wait soo long for the other chapter, I thought of making it up to you guys by posting this chapter today. Sammy wrote this and it has slight language in it. Some things in here are too strong for some people but its something a lot of people go through. Thanks for all the reviews they mean a lot to us and thanks to everyone for the ideas and opinions. Please R & R!

Chapter 8:

Jays POV:

So Cameron gets to my place right around five. I still don't trust him, but Em seems to so he cant be all bad. Plus he is the only person besides me and Alex that worries about Em and he doesn't even know what she goes though. I tell him what I think is wrong with the car and he starts to work. (A/n: I also know nothing about cars) we talk for a few minutes while he works then I hear the phone ringing so I tell him I gotta get it and run in the house praying that its not Em in tears again.

"Who is it?" I ask into the phone.

The line is silent for a few minutes all I hear is feet going up or down stairs and someone cry.
"J...Ja...Jay I need you to come and get me," is all I hear over the tears and then the line goes dead.

I turn off the phone and throw it on the couch then run out side. I don't even want to think about what happened over there I just have to get there and make sure Emma is okay and get her the hell out of there. Every time she comes over with a new bruise or she calls me, I get scared and trust me it takes a lot for me to get scared.

"What's up Jay? You look like you saw a ghost or something." Cameron ask me as I come outside.
I just tell him that a friend of mine needs help and we have to go get them. I am in the car with it started by time he shuts the hood and gets in. I drive to Emma's and tell him to stay in the car if I need him to come help I'll come get him.

I get out of my car and walk over to the window Emma and I use when one of us needs in or out. I push it open and jump down into her room. Everything is thrown all over the place. Some of her posters and pictures are ripped down the middle and her clothes are all over the room, falling out of the dresser. Someone did this Em never keeps her room like this. It's the one thing she makes sure is perfect in her fucked up world. Finally my eyes land on Emma.

I walk over to her and rub hair. She shivers against my hand and moves her head so I cant touch her. I take in her outfit. She had on her favorite jeans but the button and zipper were open and what's left of her shirt doesn't cover very much. That asshole tried it again. If I didn't have to get Emma out of here I would run up the steps and kill the fucker.

"Em. Emma! Come on Em," I whisper to her.

When she realizes it's me she roles over and throws her arms around my neck and cries. All I can do is rub her hair and her back. A few minutes later I hear footsteps upstairs. "Em come on, I got to get you out of here." I tell her as I pull back. She nods and looks down she fixes her pants while I grab a new shirt, a sweatshirt and enough close for a few days. I throw everything in a bag except the new shirt and sweatshirt I give those to her to change into while I put everything out the window. When I turn back to her, I see her trying to walk and can tell it's really painful for her plus she's still crying so I pick her up and climb out the window with her. Once we're out, I grab the bag and carry about of them to the car. I put the bag behind Cameron's seat and lay Emma down in the back. Once I get in, Sean looks from the back seat to me. "She'll tell you everything when she's ready." I tell him as I speed down the street.