Nick moaned in pain, his moaning reminded Emily was the darkest times in her life. The memories were still so fresh, it was like it was yesterday…

"ERIC!! GET BACK OVER HERE NOW!!" Mr. McGorrill screamed. Eric scrambled to his feet and ran to his room, Emily sunk into the corner of her bedroom wall-she shared a room with Eric-she watched Eric lock the door. He crawled under his bed, but then he looked at Emily. "Get out of here…" He whispered.

Mr. McGorrill walked upstairs with a golf club, "Eric, open the door." He said quietly.

Eric hid, "ERIC!! OPEN THE DOOR!!" Their dad screamed. He started to hit the door with the club, creating holes.

Emily stood up, "Eric, we have to get out of here!" She whispered. Eric shook his head, "We can't…he'll find me anyway…"

Emily grabbed her backpack and threw she and Eric's clothes into it, but it was too late…

Mr. McGorrill entered the room, outraged, "Eric, show your face! Now!"

He got onto the floor and lifted the sheets of Eric's bed, "Gotcha!"

He dragged Eric out and pushed him against the wall, "Dad, no please!" Eric pleaded.

Emily bit her lip and hid in the closet, covering her ears. The horrific screams from Eric and the pounded from her dad.

How did her father become such a monster?

When Mr. McGorrill finally left, Emily got out of the closet. She gasped, "Eric!" She cried.

Her brother lay on the floor, half knocked-out, blood dripped from the side of his lip.

"I told you…you-you need to leave…" Eric mumbled. Emily shook her head, "Not without you," She swung her backpack over her shoulder and helped Eric up. He could barely move, his legs went limp and all his weight went on Emily.

Emily threw the backpack outside and climbed out the window, setting her feet on the roof. "C'mon Eric, use your legs…" Eric got out the window and grabbed onto his sister.

Emily saw that the latter was still attached to the side of the house, she steadily climbed down with Eric holding onto her. She was afraid she'd slip and fall, but she didn't.

She got to the ground, grabbed her backpack and they ran to the train station. "We're both getting out of here," She told Eric, sitting on the bench when they got there. Emily pulled out a T-shirt and wiped Eric's face. "I'm so sorry," She whispered.

Eric looked at the coming train and shook his head, he got to his feet and started to walk.

"Eric, where are you going?" Emily asked. She was nearly 13, while Eric was 14. Emily realized where Eric was going, Eric headed for the train tracks. He stood in the middle and faced the train that was coming.

Emily stood up, "Eric!" She didn't believe that Eric would do what she thought he'd do. "ERIC!!"

The train came in sight, the lights shined bright. Eric laughed sickly, "ERIC!!" Emily screamed.

Eric's laugh turned into a frown, he realized what he was doing. He ran off the tracks before it was too late, Emily was shaken, "Oh my God…"

The sounds started to fade, the train horn blew, but she couldn't hear anything. "Emily…" Her name was being called, "Emily,"

"EMILY!" Emily opened her eyes, sweat dripped from her face. Her vision was blurred; she could see Eric leaning over her. "Emily, are you okay?"

Emily shook her head, what had happened?

The others had found Nick and Emily, "She has a fever," Eric announced.

"How did they-Nick's shot," Joe said.

Jackson looked at Eric, "Emily was saying your name, why?"

Eric knew why, he remembered the train incident, but he didn't want to bring up the past.

"I don't know," He answered.

Emily shook her head, "Watch out…dad's coming!" She moaned. Eric closed his eyes and looked down.

Jackson grabbed Eric's arm, "What's going on? Your dad is coming?"

Eric ripped away from Jackson, "I don't want to talk about it okay?"

Eric bent down and lifted Emily up, Jackson lifted the back of Eric's shirt. Revealing the scars and bruises.

"I knew it," Jackson said. Eric slapped Jackson's hand, "No you didn't know! It's none of your business!"

Jackson backed off, "There's obviously something your not telling us, did your dad beat you?"

Eric turned around so his back was facing Jackson, "It's not like that,"

"It's what I see," Jackson told him, "Your dad, if that's who did that to you, then…he's a bad guy."

"I said I don't want to TALK ABOUT IT!!" Eric screamed.

Nathan looked at Eric, "Wait, I've noticed the bruises before…but Emily said you just fell down the stairs…all the time. Stop lying, Eric."

"I'm not going to tell!!"

"Nick's not breathing!"