Authors Note: You guys came through with the Reviews and as promised heres the next Chapter! So please dont hate me after reading this! The events in this chapter are important for the ones to follow. I promise you it will all end up well. So please dont hate me!

Disclaimer: I wish i could say I own Twilight but I dont!:(

Artemis POV:

That night and for the rest of the week for that matter, Step-Douche gave my mother and I mild beating, which was unusual. Usually he would beat us to oblivion a couple times a week but this whole week all its been is a few slaps and kicks and then he seemed to get bored and go watch t.v. I couldn't help the feeling that all this mild beating was going to lead to some kind of emotional outburst from him and end up being the worst beating.

School had become enjoyable with Embry by my side. I felt safe with him, like he would protect me from anything. Every day he held my hand and walks me to every class, even if it meant he was going to be late. He made me laugh and smile which I don't do a lot. He makes me happy which I haven't been since my dad died.

My paintings in Independent Art became brighter. I even did a painting of Embry. It did turn out as bad as I thought it would, considering I had never done a portrait before.

The weekend went by really slow because I had no way of seeing Embry. No way would Step-Douche let me go see him. He never lets me or my mother out of the house besides me to school. I read most of the weekend and helped my mother do household chores. My cracked rib was getting better since I hadn't had a bad beating. I still wrapped it up with a new bandage everyday even though it wasn't hurting as bad. I've had worse. A lot worse.

Monday had started out like every other day. Step-Douche had left before I came downstairs and I had a granola bar for breakfast as I walked to school. Embry made me laugh and smile all day. Everything went by so fast that before I knew it I was walking home from school.

I found my mom in the kitchen making dinner, so I went in to help her. Mom had just gotten the food on the table, when the door slammed. Step-Douche was home and he was angry. He threw down his things and stomped his way into the dining room. Step-Douche didn't invite us to eat so I knew I was going hungry that night.

He shoved the food into his mouth. His eyes were full of angry and I knew this was what I was expecting. This was going to be the worst beating ever. When he was done mom and I hurried to clean the table not wanting to make him anymore mad.

We were washing the dishes when he came up behind mom and grabbed her by the throat. She screamed out and he threw her on to the floor. Step-Douche grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the living room. I followed as my mother screamed out in pain. I watched in horror as he kicked my mom over and over.

"What are you looking at you bastard? Go to your room, now!" he yells at me.

I slowly walk upstairs, not wanting to leave my mother with him. I reached my room and sat on my bed. Why would he send me here? Usually he liked to beat both of us. I hear my mother's screams and I flinch every time. Then everything goes quiet and I know he must have knocked her out.

Then I heard him coming up the stairs. Why would he send me to my room if he was just going to beat me? The next thing I know Step-Douche opens my door so hard that it bangs into the wall.

"Lay down, bastard!" he yells and I obey. What does he want?

The next thing I know he's on top of me and I know what he wants. I start struggling and trying to hit him, to get him off of me. But he's to strong and I am too weak. I try to kick but it does no good. He uses one hand to restrain my wrist and another goes under my shirt and sliding up my stomach and roughly grabbing my breast. When he was done groping my breast, he manages to pull down my jeans and underwear.

Even though he has my wrist I try to get out of his grip but he just tightens his grip. By now I'm in an all-out panic and I try to scream but nothing comes out. I don't know how but he somehow in the whole mix, got his pants and boxers down to his knees.

Then he's inside me and it hurts a lot. That's when I go numb. I stop kicking, hitting and struggling. I just go limp. I don't feel anything. I lay there staring at the ceiling waiting for him to finish. Once he was done, he pulls up his pants and gets off of me. He grabs me by the neck and says," Tell your anyone and I will kill both you and your mom," then he storms out of my room slamming my door on the way out.

I numbly change into a pair of pajama pants and an old t-shirt. I then crawl into my bed and curl up into a bed. I feel dirty. How could he do that to me? I knew he was a monster but this was a whole new level. He made me dirty, filthy. I've seen and been through a lot and he took away the only thing I had left: my innocence. I was no longer pure. That night I cried myself to sleep.

Then next morning I didn't want to get up but I knew I had too. I got up and got a shower trying to scrub off the dirt that wasn't there. After the shower I still felt dirty and I couldn't shake the feeling. I looked in the mirror to see where Step-Douche roughly grab my breast were bruises and also on my wrist. I had to wear a sweatshirt because of the bruises on my wrist.

Luckily, when I went downstairs he wasn't there. I walked right out the door, not bothering to grab breakfast. I would probably throw it up anyways. On the walk to school I thought about Embry. I no longer deserved him. He was so good and I wasn't. Not anymore. Step-Douche took that away also. I was dirt. Tears escaped my eyes as I thought about losing Embry.

Step-Douche didn't just take away my innocence; he took away the one good thing in my life: Embry. I had a week of happiness and he had to take it away. Step-Douche always has to take my happiness away. I hate him. More tears escape and I whip them away fast.

I get to school and head to my locker. Strong arms wrap around me and it makes me jump," Hey it's just me," Embry says raising his arms in surrender.

"Oh Embry, I have to go," I say shutting my locker and walking off before he can say anything. The day goes by fast and I try and avoid Embry as much as possible. The events from last night keep replaying in my head, no matter how much I try to forget it.

Every time I say Embry, I felt horrible for avoiding him but I knew it was best for him. I wasn't good enough for him. He deserves better. At lunch, I know I wouldn't be able to avoid him anymore. I slowly walk to the lunchroom. I get my lunch and head to my table where Embry is already sitting. I take a deep breath and take a seat away from him. He gives me a questioning look.

We eat in silence for a while, well him eating and me picking at my food. Embry finally breaks the silence when he asks," Okay what's going on with you? All day you have been avoiding me and now you're not talking to me."

I knew this was coming. I had to tell him that we could no longer do this. I had to break up with him and in the process break my heart but I knew he deserved someone better. Who wasn't broken and dirty. He deserved better," Embry, this, us, it's just not working out. I can't do this anymore," a few tears escape," I don't want this anymore," I get up and try to run off but Embry catches my wrist, right where Step-Douche restraint them and I flinch as the memory of last night fills my head…

Embry's POV:

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Artemis wanted to end things. But no, she couldn't. She couldn't leave me. So when she got up to leave, I grabbed her wrist gently and that's why I couldn't understand why she flinched. Her eyes go distant as if she is somewhere else. I slide my hand down to hers and gently roll up her sweatshirt sleeve.

That's when I see it. Her wrist covered in bruises. The bruises as if someone has grabbed her or something to hard. Just like her stomach in Brady's memory.

"Who did this to you?" I demand gently running my fingers over them.

"I can…can't tell you," she says looking at her hands.

I let go of her hand and put both my hands on each side of her face, making her look at me," Please tell me, who did this to you?" I ask begging for her to tell me.

"I can't tell you," she says tears running down her face. I whip them away with my thumbs.

"If you don't tell me then I can't help you," I tell her softly.

'You can't help me," she says stepping away from me and running out the lunchroom crying. This time I let her go.

I knew I should follow her but I couldn't. I was pissed she wouldn't tell me and that I couldn't help her. That's why instead I ran out the door leading outside and ran into the woods. I phase and noticed Brady and Seth followed me and phased also.

What happened? Brady asked.

I show them the bruises I saw on Artemis's wrist. And she won't tell me how it happened! I want to help but she won't let me. She won't tell me, I tell him pissing me off more.

Embry, I know what's going on but you have to swear to me you won't tell her I told you. I promised her a long time ago I wouldn't say anything, Brady says.

I swear I won't say a thing. Now tell me! I demand.

Well Artemis's step-dad has been beating Artemis and her mom since Artemis was 5. When she was 13 and I was 11 she finally told me. Most of the time it isn't really bad, at least that's what she tells me, other times its really bad. The time I found out he broke her arm and she finally showed me her bruises, Brady explains.

He what? He hurts her! Why didn't you tell me this earlier? I yell.

He tries to explain but I don't listen. I drown him out, I drown everyone out. I run and run. I don't know how much time passed or where I was, I just knew that I was mad and had to run. I let the wolf take over.

Im afraid! Please dont hate me! But Review and tell me what you thought about this one!

-Kels:)