Okay, well I'm kind of getting tired of writing with Emma. I mean, she's cool and all, but I think Ellie's just so much cuter. I just wish she hadn't cut her hair…

Pt. 10 The End

'Cause it's a pretty, pretty kitty but the kitty still bites.

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes. She knew that Craig wanted to help, but bringing her to Group was not her idea of a good lunch. The good thing was that Toronto was cold so she was able to hide her scar with a jacket. The bad thing was that Ellie was there, and that Emma despised even the thought of Group. But Craig had been persistent, and so she sat down like she should have a while ago and prayed that no one would make her talk.

Ellie was getting on Emma's nerves. Her eyes kept straying over to Emma's general direction until they locked eyes. Emma had an intense glare, one that almost pierced straight through Ellie, but Ellie knew that Emma was only being defensive because they had been partners in a crime that Craig didn't want. She didn't mind so much the glares, but the truth was, she was a bit worried about Emma. She didn't really care to know about the whole story, but Emma was always so much better than now.

Craig kept looking at Ellie. He was furious. He wanted to lash out at her for helping Emma abuse herself. He wanted to pummel her to the ground and beat her to a pulp and scream at her for being so stupid. He didn't want Ellie ever going near Emma again. Didn't she realize that she was doing more damage than good? She didn't understand. She couldn't understand, especially after what she did to Emma. She couldn't understand. But then again, Craig couldn't either.

"We'll end here today. Thanks for all of you for coming and sharing and hopefully I'll see you all next week."

Group didn't last as long as Emma expected. The time actually flew by pretty fast, even though all she did through the whole thing was stare at Ellie staring back at her. Ellie's gaze was intense and she never broke it. It was Emma that had to. Why? Because Ellie knew somehow what she was feeling at that very moment, and her eyes had told Emma everything. This needed to stop, and that was Emma's only thought. She couldn't keep doing this. She had to tell someone, and she knew that that someone had to be Ellie. Ellie was the only one.

Emma stood up and headed straight for Ellie. Craig stopped her midway though and led her somewhere else. Fortunately, she caught Ellie's eye and Ellie seemed to have understood every unspoken word held between the two. Then, Emma had to finally break her gaze.

"Craig, what are you doing?" Emma whispered, rubbing her arm where Craig had given her a death grip. She didn't understand any of this, except that she had to go to Ellie. She didn't want this courage to fade. It was either now or never, and she didn't want this to slip away. She had to take control of herself. She needed this.

"I'm keeping you away from that girl. She hurt you." Craig looked hurt, but Emma couldn't concentrate on that. She needed Ellie now. She just couldn't get herself to tell Craig what happened. He was too important and he didn't need to hear her horrible story. He didn't need to hear any of it.

"She didn't hurt me. I hurt myself, and now I'm going to tell her that I'm going to stop, okay?" Craig didn't seem very convinced with Emma's statement but he let her go anyway. It felt as if there was nothing that he could do now to save her. He was no longer that night in shining armor that he thought he was. He had led Emma to do what she did with Ellie, and he knew, so he let her go.

"Wait, stay with me for a while okay?" Peter sat at the edge of the bed, caressing Emma. She had a slight buzz from the two bottles of beer she had, and Peter seemed very tempting. She wasn't completely drunk though. It was one of her first parties and she didn't really want to be the one that didn't remember anything that she did at parties. She giggled and took a seat next to him.

"Okay," She whispered in his ear. He laid his hand on her chest and started to massage her breasts, and then he forced himself on her and they started making out. She pushed him off after he tried to unzip her pants.

"Peter, what do you want?" Her voice was not hers and sounded very distant.

"You know, what I want." He started to undress and in a matter of seconds, Emma was tossed on the bed. He mounted her and fought with her as she struggled to get out of his grasp.

"Peter, stop!" He seemed to not hear her and the more she yelled, the wider his grin, and the darker his glare. She was terrified and she could taste the salty hot tears streaming down her face.His rough, sweaty hands were all over her.

"Stop, please." They wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't they stop?

"Stop." His hands covered her mouth, hard. He was biting her, all over. Then his lips were on hers, his teeth. Biting. Everything. Nothing.

The tears trickled down her cheeks as she tried to push him off of her. "Stop please". He wouldn't and she knew it.

"Emma? Emma, are you okay?" Emma shook her head. The story was out now, and Ellie knew. It was all over now. The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks but she felt better. Now that all her courage was taken up, she was done. She was finally done.

Well, I hoped you liked this Fic. Not my best, I have to say, but Emma was a fun character to try out. Hope you Reviewed and somewhat liked it. I'm out 'til the next Fic.

xMango