Chapter 11, part 1: Drug song

I wake up and every single day
People make me sick and get in my way.
So you take a load of and you smoke a little pot,
I drink Robitussin and drink alcohol a lot.

Emma timidly knocked on Tristan's door. The band was finally back from tour, a whole two months later. She was surprised when Zack answered the door. Usually they made one of the girls answer it, but maybe they weren't over.

"Em, hey." Zack gives her a slight hug.

"How was touring?" Emma asks, giving him a slight hug back.

"Sum 41 is so cool, the guys are down to earth, and hanging with them was a blast." Zack let Emma step inside and the two walked into the living room. "Oh, I should mention-"

"Babe." Tristan looks up at her for a split second before taking another toke from his bong.

"Hi." Emma stays in the doorway, suddenly not wanting to be here now.

"Let's go upstairs." Tristan took Emma's hand and pulled her behind him as he walked up the stair case. Emma looked back at Zack, who was giving her a sympathetic look. As soon as they got inside his doorway, Tristan planted his lips on Emma's. She pushed him away.

"Ugh, Tristan you taste gross." Emma made a slightly sour face because of his pot tasting breath. "Well, then smoke up too and you won't taste it."

"I don't want to smoke up Tristan." Emma mocks him.

"Well, then deal with it." Tristan kisses her once again, pushing her towards the bed. Emma was able to push his face away from hers slightly.

"Tristan, stop." Emma manages to say.

"We haven't seen each other in two months, so can you just do this?" Tristan says, not really asking her.

"Its not like you went two whole months without having sex, you had groupies in every city you stopped in." Emma replies to him, annoyed that he barely even said hi to her before mauling her.

"They were just groupies, you are my girl, come on Babe, stop being so uptight." Tristan shrugs it off, as if he has done nothing wrong.

"I'm not being uptight." Defending herself, Emma tries to move, but her legs are against the bed. Tristan pushes her down, kissing her once again. He moves his lips to her neck, trailing down to get to her breasts. "Stop it Tristan." Emma tries to push him up, but can't get her arms free. "Tristan, stop!" Emma yells, thinking that if she was louder he might listen, but no such luck. "Tristan, please stop!" Frustrated, and almost screaming, Emma tries to move so he can't get down her shirt.

"Stop it!" Zack yells at Tristan, appearing in the doorway of his room. He walks in, pulling Tristan off of Emma. She quickly fixed her top and sat up. "What they hell is wrong with you?" Zack questions, slowly letting go of his hold on Tristan. Tristan pulls himself away from him and huffs.

"Nothing, it's probably the pot." He states, shifting the blame to something other then him.

"I have to go." Emma says quickly and softly, making her way out of the room. She heads down the stairs, almost reaching the front door, and she hears footsteps behind her.

"Emma, wait." It was Zack. Emma stopped, allowing Zack to take a couple more steps to be standing in front of her, by the front door.

"I'm sorry-"

"Its not your fault, but I really want to go." Emma cut him off, and walks around him to open the door. "It was, nice, seeing you Zack, take care." Emma walks out of the house and to her car, just focused on getting home. She makes it to her apartment, hoping Manny would be home, but she was still at her movie rehearsal. I probably shouldn't tell her anyway, she is just going to throw the 'I told you so' thing in my face. I need to tell someone, I need to talk to someone to help me figure out what I'm supposed to do. Emma got up from the couch and walked out of her apartment. She knocked lightly on Sean's door.

"Em, hey." Sean says, smiling as he sees her standing there.

"Sean, I need to talk to someone, but I do not want you to say a word." Emma tells him, keeping her voice firm.

"Okay, come in." Emma enters, and the two walk over to the couch.

"I mean it Sean, promise me you want say anything." Emma looks at him, waiting for his promise.

"I promise, should we pinky swear or should I do the whole scout's honor thing." Sean jokes.

"Tristan and the band came back from touring last night, so today I went over to see Tristan. He was high, and we went up to his bedroom-"

"B-" Sean tries to say.

"No, you promised not to say anything." Emma looks him in the eye; he nods solemnly, trying to protest that he didn't want to hear about her sex life. "Anyway, we went upstairs, and he started kissing me, but he smelt like pot, so I pushed him away, we disagreed about me smoking with him. Then he pushed me on the bed and wouldn't get off, he almost raped me. Zack came in and pulled him off. Tristan said it must have been because he was high, and I think I should believe that, well to a certain degree, because he's never ever hurt me, physically, before. So I just needed to get that off of my chest. Remember, you can't say anything. Thanks for listening Sean." Emma reached over, kissing him on the cheek, and got up to go back to her apartment. Sean heard Emma walk out of his place, but he just stayed there, on the couch, his mouth closed and his eyes a little big. Stunned at what he just heard, he couldn't move. Jay came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and running his hand through his wet hair. He looked at Sean.

"Dude, what's with you?"

Sean turned his head to Jay. "Emma just came over, and told me her boyfriend almost raped her. The she just got up and left."

"You didn't do anything?" Jay queries. He thought if anything like that would have ever happened with Emma, he would have jumped up and went over to the kid's house.

"When she first came over she made me promise not to say anything. When she started telling me about her going over there, and him wanting her to smoke with him, he was already high. Then I tried to speak, but she hushed me, and then said he pushed her onto the bed, kissing her, and almost raped her, but Zack came in and pulled him off of her. She kissed me on the cheek, said thanks for listening, remember you promised not to say anything, and left."

"He almost raped her." Jay repeats. Suddenly, he felt anger boiling in the pit of his stomach. How could her 'boyfriend' do that to her?