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Will had never known Emma to take a sip of alcohol in her life. That's why is was shocked when he received a drunken phone call from her, asking him-more like begging him- to come get her from a party. Luckily his parents had decided to go to his grandparent's in New York for the weekend. He would hate to have to explain why he had to bring their drunken next door neighbor home from a party.

He got in his car, as soon as he hung up the phone. She had explained where she was the best that she could under her condition, but it still took Will longer than he had hoped to find her.

She sat on the same front steps that she had when she called him too scared and intoxicated to stand or move. The tears were still falling as hard as they were before, now she wasn't afraid of Zach, or full of distaste for herself. This time she was scared that Will wouldn't come for her. He did though. She should have known that he would.

She didn't see his car pull up. She didn't even know that he was there until he came up beside her. "Em, are you okay?"

"Thank Goodness that you came!" She said, she attempted to stand up so she could give him a hug of gratitude, but as soon as she did everything starting spinning to the point that it felt her head would explode, so she sat back down.

"Damn Emma, what were you thinking?"

"I wasn't." she mumbled.

"How many drinks did you have?"

"Just one."

"One?"

"Yeah." she groaned. "Like an hour ago."

Will lifted her in his arms effortlessly and carried her to his car, setting her in the passenger seat.

"Emmy, I don't think that you're drunk." He said, making sure that her seatbelt was secure. "I think that someone put something in your drink."

He got into the driver's side and headed back towards their homes.

"Who got the drink for you?" Will asked, concerned.

"Zach." She said. Emma's voice now was quite different from her voice when she was sober. It wasn't as proper as it usually was, and she slurred most of her words.

"Who's Zach?"

Emma began to cry.

"Hey, Emmy, it's okay. You don't have to cry." He took one of his hands off the steering wheel and placed it on her's. "Who's Zach?" He repeated.

"He was the boy… at the party." She said, still sniffling. "He… He…"

"Did he hurt you?" Will asked concerned.

"He kissed me. And I told him no, but he kept kissing me, and I wanted him to stop, and I told him to stop, but he wasn't going to stop. He didn't want to."

"Emma, what happened next?" Will asked, becoming more worried as she got further into her story. His instincts to protect that six year old girl come out.

"Nothing." she said softly. "That's all that happened. I screamed and I hit him and then I ran away, so he didn't do anything else… that's all he did. But… But I didn't want him to kiss me." She started to cry again. "He wanted to hurt me. He wanted too hurt me bad. I know why he wanted to hurt me too."

"Because he's a dick, Emmy, that's the only reason why."

"No no no. That's not it. It's because I'm a psycho bitch. He said it himself." She wasn't in her right mind, that was for sure. Even sober Emma wouldn't believe that she deserves to be hurt. Right?

Right?

"No, Em, don't believe that. You're wonderful."

"I'm not wonderful." She nearly shouted. "You don't know anything about me, Will. You don't know about how un-wonderful I am!"

Will didn't respond. He figured that now wasn't the time to have a deep conversation with her. She was barely lucid enough to have a conversation at all.

"Are you taking me home?" Emma asked, after a moment.

"No." He said. "My parents are in New York. I'm going to take you to my house."

"I don't want to go home. I never want to go back. My mom will know. She always knows. I can't go back… she'll…. She'll hate me."

"Then you can live with me forever." Will said to humor her. She probably wouldn't even remember this conversation in the morning.

"Good." She said. "That sounds nice."

When he pulled into his drive way, he immediately opened Emma's door and took her in his arms.

"I'm sorry." She muttered.

"Don't be." He said. "You weigh nothing."

The only time that he struggled was when he got to the front door. He carried her up to his bedroom and set her on his bed, making sure that she had enough blankets and pillows before he began to head for his parents room, where he figured he could sleep that night. "Emmy, are you okay?" He asked, when he got to his door.

"I'm fine." She said. "Because you saved me."

"You can always call me, no matter what. I'll come and find you and save you from whatever's trying to hurt you."

"Will?" She asked, tears surfacing again.

"Yeah Em?"

"Will you just hold me until I fall asleep?"

He didn't object. He just took her into his arms and held her close, leaving no room for fear to come near her. She was asleep within moments, and he followed soon after. They laid together, like the did once did during nap time, only this time it was different because Emma loved him. When they were kids they were just kids, now they were older, and now Emma loved him, Emma loved him! she knew that it was true because of how amazing it felt just to be in his arms that night.

-xxx-

They woke up at the same time the next morning.

"How you feeling?" Will asked.

"Like my head's about to explode."

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

She nodded. "I remember… Zach. And... I remember calling you. Thank you." She said quietly.

"You don't have to thank me." he said. "I'm just glad that you're okay."

"This is all my fault."

"No it's not, stop talking like that. Some guy attacked you. He wanted to hurt you, and that's on him."

He noticed markings on her, probably from the struggle the night before. Her eye was blacked and she had what looked like finger marks on her thighs and arms.

He touched them lightly. "What he dick." he muttered.

She looked down, noticing the bruises for the first time. "What was I thinking, Will? From now on I spend my Saturday nights in my room watching Three's Company."

-xxx-

Emma still felt violated after her third shower. She felt his forceful hands all over her. She examined naked body in the mirror. And she thought she was disgusting before? She was sure that her cheerios uniform wouldn't cover up the bruises on her arms and legs. She hated the thought of going to school tomorrow and people asked her what happened, unless everyone already knew.

Her heart sank a little. If people knew then that would mean that Terri told them. Terri didn't even know the whole story though. She hadn't called her or tried to look for her once since Emma had stormed off. What a great friend.

She didn't want to tell Terri what had happened. Will she would tell in a heartbeat, but Terri was a different story completely.

She decided that she would simply not wear her Cheerio's uniform for a few days. Maybe she wouldn't go to practice either. She did feel sick to her stomach whenever she thought about last night.

Besides, she had stopped caring about Cheerios.

She had stopped caring about nearly everything