n/n: sorry for the delay.

Emma remembered afterwards, after it was all over and she still couldn't move her arms or legs, long after Shawn had fallen asleep and she'd managed to roll off the bed, but was lying on the floor. She hurt all over, and that was the truth, every single part of her hurt, but there was nothing she could do about it. She could taste blood from her nose, it had bled and run down her face, she'd been unable to wipe it away so it ran into her mouth leaving her with a horrible slightly metallic taste. Her face was sticky and that morning, when everything had been alright seemed an impossibly long time away. Shawn grunted and for a horrible moment she was terrified he'd wake back up. In her head she could hear what sounded like Helen's voice

"Well, this is what you deserve. What we expected of you."

That wasn't really fair, even Emma with no self confidence or anything like that knew she hadn't deserved that. Nobody did, nobody deserved to be raped.

The memory had crept up on Emma during dinner that night and she suddenly felt so sick she had to put her hand over her mouth. So there it was, part one of the trilogy of Shawn fucking her up.

"Something the matter!" Helen demanded. "My cooking not good enough for you!"

Go to hell, Emma thought, but she wasn't in the mood for a fight.

"I don't feel well, I'm going to bed."

"From now on cook your own meals!"

It took all of her strength not to hurl the plate against the wall and give Helen the finger, but she managed it. Tomorrow was a new day, her chance to start over when she started her new job. Tomorrow, she was sure everything would start being ok. But how many times had she said that to herself?

As much as he wanted to, John couldn't just charge down to Florida, throw Emma over his shoulder and go home. First of all he didn't know what he was going to say that he hadn't already said before, and it would have to be good to convince her that nothing else besides them mattered. What that was, he didn't know, but he was sure once he saw her it would all work out. It took two weeks before John got the time to make the drive down the Florida, which took the better part of two days including a break, which meant if he was going to catch his flight to California for the shows he had six hours to change her mind. He thought up a million things to say by the time he pulled up outside the run down house that was the address he'd been given, but none of them seemed right. He stopped the car, ready to get out, but his legs didn't seem to want to move. What if she really didn't love him and already had someone else? Then he would of come all this way for nothing. But what about Shawn? He wasn't just an ex, there was so much more too it that he was still missing and John was sure he had a lot to do what was going on. He got out the car and walked up to the door where he rang the bell. A women answered, a women with a bony face but a round body, she looked at him over the top of her glasses.

"Yes." she snapped.

"Hi, you don't know me but my name is John Cena and…"

"Whatever it is, no!"

The women went to shut the door and when John put his foot in the way, her face went red with outrage.

"Excuse me! Ryan call the police!"

"No, Mrs. Flynn, I'm here to see your daughter."

He didn't think it was possible, but her eyes narrowed even further.

"I'm….a friend."

"Oh that can't be good! What do you want to see her for? Dose she owe you money? Are you here to give her an alibi? Nothing would surprise me. She isn't home, she's in work. The jewellery store called Berkley's. Go bug her there and if she's in trouble with the police I want her out."

Then she shut the door and for a moment John thought he'd got the wrong house, then he got back in his car.

The women in front of Emma nodded approvingly as she showed her a diamond necklace worth a ¼ of a million. Emma felt slightly wrong handling something so expensive.

"And it is platinum?" the women drawled, she was already dripping in jewellery.

"Yes Mrs. Kane, just as you requested."

"Fabulous. Here's the check."

She slid it towards Emma across the glass counter.

"Lock it away in the safe and my husband will pick it up later."

Then without a second glance she was gone and Emma rolled her eyes. If only she could go around picking platinum jewellery whenever she pleased. She was putting the box back in the safe, under the supervision of her manager when the bell rang and the security guard called.

"Emma! Customer."

"I'll finish this." the manger said, waving her away. "Fix your name tag."

She rolled her eyes, remembered to spit in his coffee and headed out into the shop, then wished she didn't. There was John, just standing there as if nothing had happened.

"Hi." he greeted.

Emma couldn't handle this.