A/N: Thank you to AnGeL BaBii and Jeff'sNo1girlAAF for reviewing. in this chapter you find out a little bit of what went on between Shawn and Emma. keep in mind Shawn is justa n evil nasty person, there's no logic in the things he does, so if it's extreme, it's exactly how it's suppose to be!

Emma hated the dark, and she hated herself for having such a childish fear. She couldn't help it. The dark reminder her of being helpless and scared. She usually slept with the lamp on, but never when she was with John, not even now as he slept on the floor. He couldn't ask questions, he couldn't know.

He knew she wasn't perfect, he didn't need to know she was fucked in the head.

John couldn't sleep that night either, not that Emma knew and he didn't know she was awake. He could see her outline on the bed, lying on her back with her arms clasped together like some statue, she hadn't moved. Everything had turned so complicated so quickly. In nine weeks everything had changed, their lives had been tipped upside down and it didn't seem fair. They'd been happy. Or had they? After all, Emma was obviously unhappy near the end. But that didn't have anything to do with him. Did it? John tried to block the thoughts out of his mind, he didn't want to think about that now, he wanted to sleep. Why couldn't everything just go back to how it use to be? Then again, it hadn't really been perfect had it? Emma was keeping things from him, he knew that. What they where was a different matter all together.

"John, are you still awake?"

Emma voice floated from the bed.

"Yeah." he replied. "I'm awake."

"Oh."

John pushed himself up onto his elbows and could see Emma still lying in the same position.

"I thought you where asleep."

"No. I can't." She paused for just a second and added."You don't have to help me, I can do this on my own."

"Just stop it, we both know you can't. "

"I haven't tried."

"That's a lie."

"No it isn't."

"You lie a lot." John muttered.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Just go back to sleep."

But it was impossible for both of them.

John really wasn't a violent person. But hitting Shawn over and over again seemed to be making him feel better, he hated to say it but he got some sort of sick satisfaction when his knuckles became wet with blood.

"You can't keep me away from her." Shawn taunted from his spot sprawled on his back.

"I can damn well try." John replied hitting him again.

"She broke up with you! She doesn't want you!"

His fist made contact with Shawn's nose again, it had long since broken.

"She didn't want me at first."

"She never wanted you!"

"Did you ever wonder why that was?"

John had grabbed Shawn by the collar and was about to hit him again, but stopped. Shawn smiled, at least that was what John thought it was, his face was a mess.

"You think she's so innocent and perfect, but she's a screw up, a head case, a walking fucking talking catastrophe."

John hit him.

"Don't get mad John, it's true."

And again.

"Want to know how I know? Because I did it to her!"

John threw Shawn away from him. He scrambled backwards like a rat and got to his feet. He ignored the blood streaming down his face.

"Those secrets she's so eager to hide from you, I know them all."

There was something in Shawn's eye, a glint that John could make out between the swelling he caused, something that told him whatever Shawn knew was bad, of course it was.

"It's not my place to tell you all, but I can tell you one. A clue to help you unravel the puzzle."

"What did you do?"

John wondered how much longer he could go on hitting Shawn before he broke his own hand, he was prepared to find out.

"Emma has a scar on the stomach right? Across the middle about eight inches long. What did she tell you it was?"

John had gone cold, Shawn laughed and shook his head, wiping his nose with the back of his hand and turning it a wet crimson.

"A childhood accident? An operation maybe? No. I did it."

John headed towards him again and Shawn backed up, holding his hands in the air.

"Don't think I won't call the police man."

"What did you do to her?"

"Many things, but this? It all started right here in this room....."

When John came home an hour after he'd left, Emma was anxiously waiting. She jumped up and rushed to the front door when she heard it open.

"Well?" she asked fretfully, rushing over to him.

John held out his hands and when she saw the blood she gasped.

"Oh my god!"

"It's not mine."

"He can get you done for assault you know?" Emma pointed out with a heavy sigh.

"He can, but he won't, not if he wants me going to the cops about him."

"You're getting too violent."

"Only towards him."

"Did he hit you?"

"No, I didn't give him a chance."

She examined his hand and he watched her with a horrible sadness. He didn't know if he should say something to her.

"I can't tell you why, but let's just say she'd gotten on my bad side and was off crying in the corner."

Emma was frowning. "You're lucky you didn't break any bones.

"I had to do what I had to do. You can call me every basted name under the sun, it doesn't matter."

"Oh John. You should of just left it."

"Hitting her hadn't worked and I'd done it so many times."

Emma looked up at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I told the hospital she was mugged, but the kitchen knife was just in my grasp."

"Emma, I....."

"You think that's bad. She's lied to you about all this. Who's the bad guy really? Me or her?"

He showed her his other hand, bruised all around the knuckles and swollen. The last shot at Shawn after he found out.

"Oh Jesus John! It's broken!"

"I stabbed her, damn near killed her."

"I did it for you."