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Before Imara had a chance to scream, her father had her mouth covered with one of his strong hands while his other hand continued to drag her out of sight. He got her behind a small wall of shrubbery where he maintained the strong hold on her mouth and waited to see if Hunter had heard any of it.

Hunter went upstairs to get out of the wet suit hanging off of his physique. While making his way upstairs he smiled. Imara appeared to finally be coming alive. She was laughing, and splashing and even at the most basic level, Imara was talking to him. The girl he met not too long ago, with the ice cold exterior and the greenest eyes that never cried, was finally feeling again and Hunter had a front row seat. Her happiness gave him a skip to his step. She was doing a lot for him as well. Imara was showing Hunter how to live, one moment at a time. As Hunter changed into warm, dry, sweats he barely heard the buzzing of his vibrating phone on the bed.

"Hey Shawn, miss me already?" Hunter grinned.

"Hunter, listen to me. Where is Imara?"

"She's in the pool. Man this girl is a mermaid I swear! Didn't think I would get her in it now I have to drag her out!" He laughed.

"HUNTER! Sorry man, Look, Vince hasn't been seen around these parts in a while."

"What do you mean? He's gotta be there, where else would he be?" Hunter maintained his smile. He didn't want to admit what couldn't be.

"Hunter, he isn't here. He has Coach covering for him and his droids are guarding his vacant office. Shane went and found out what he could but, Hunter he is not here…Hunter, are you there?..HUNTER!? HUNTER!!"

When Vince was sure Hunter didn't here the struggle he turned to his daughter, who was shaking with fear. "Well, well. I found you didn't I? You and your brother think you are so clever. Baby-sit, PSH, I should have known. Stupid girl trying to make a fool of me." He slapped her hard across the face, drawing blood and sending her to the ground. "How dare you think you can deceive me! You and those degenerates humiliating me on national television!" His anger again manifested it self in the form of strong punches to her mid section and face.

One fist full of rage after another landed on Imara's frail body. She felt almost everyone, until her body gave in and began to shut down. She tried to scream but instead choked on the metallic liquid pooling in her throat. Her eyes began to swell shut and she felt the welts and bruises form. As fresh blood continues to drain from her wounds and through her body she struggled for air while rib after rib cracked from the beating.

While he continued to attack her with insults as to what she did to make him so angry, Imara began to imagine she was somewhere else. Through the fists of rage Imara imagined being back in the water. There she was free and weightless. She could float effortlessly through the clear water. It was a better place to be than her current reality. Imara held onto as much consciousness as she could, she knew if she held on long enough Hunter would be out there soon. There was no way he would forget about her, and with Vince's voice, which started out as a quiet rumble, now a full blow scream, Someone had to hear. They just had to.

Vince continually laid into her. When she stopped flinching with each hit and kick, his anger increased. "Whatssamatter? Playing dead? I'll show you playing dead!" Vince took a handful of her precious hair, now red from her trickling skull, and forcefully slammed it into the ground. "You stupid girl. You should have stayed at home. Now you kno-" Vince was cut off, courtesy of a blow to his head.

"No, Vince, now YOU know." Vince crumbled to the ground. Hunter had taken a shot with a spare metal pool accessory. Quickly, Hunter fell to his knees next to Imara, pulling her body up to him, tears already falling from his eyes. "Imara, Imara honey wake up." He stroked her hair and cheek hoping for a sign of life. "Help is on the way, just hang on okay?" Hunter continued to stroke her lovingly, all he wanted was a response. A groan, a movement, a squeeze of his hand, anything, instead she just lay there motionless in his arms.

Imara heard Hunter take down Vince in one hit. Hunter was so strong, stronger than she would ever be. She continued to lay in his arms without moving attempting to save up what little energy she had left inside. As the sirens came into earshot she found the strength to open her eyes, as much as she could.

"Hunter-"she coughed.

"Imara, don't talk, save your strength, you're going to be fine. It's going to be okay."

"Hunter. Thank you for everything." She coughed up more blood, wincing in pain. "You did your best. I love you Hunter." Imara had run out of strength. She folded back into his arms, closing her swollen eyes. She drifted in and out of consciousness as the paramedics came and boarded her. Her broken body was strapped in and loaded into the screaming vehicle. All the while, Hunter never left her side.

The medics administered what they could and monitored her thready pulse throughout the ride to the hospital. She was aware of Hunter holding her broken hand, and could feel his body cry.

Hunter leaned down close to her ears, so he was sure she would hear him. "Imara, they took him away, he's never coming back, he will never hurt you again."

No, he won't ever hurt me again. Everything will be okay now. It's over. Imara felt the pain leave her body as the paramedics rushed her through the ER doors.