When Emily finally made it back to her cabin, it was well after midnight. She walked into the cabin as silently as possible, closing the door quietly behind her.

"Where have you been?" The voice startled her, making her gasp and whip around to find the source. She saw him then, sitting in the chair by her fireplace.

"Edward!" she exclaimed, her hand clutching at her pounding heart. "What are you doing here?"

"Where have you been?" he demanded again, standing up.

"I-I went out on the deck for a bit of fresh air," she lied, thinking up an excuse as quickly as she could. "I must have fallen asleep on the chair."

"Do not lie," he said in a low, dangerous voice. As he stepped closer, Emily could smell the alcohol on his breath. "You have not been on the deck. I searched everywhere for you, when you were not in your cabin." Emily could feel panic building like an iron weight in her chest as he stepped closer still.

"Edward, I was on the deck," she insisted, her voice growing higher in her distress. "I was there the whole time."

"Do not lie!" he shouted, taking the last step that closed the gap between them. He grabbed the tops of her arms roughly, pulling her towards him. He brought his mouth crashing down upon hers, his mouth rough and aggressive, his tongue pushing past her lips.

"No!" she gasped, pulling away and wiping her mouth. "Do not-" But her words were cut off as he captured her mouth again.

Emily was almost crying as she struggled against his strong grasp, beating at his chest weakly with her small fists. Edward's hands were running roughly up and down her body, passing over her thighs in their quest to touch every inch of her. She shivered in revulsion as his groping fingers brushed along her hip. Edward reached her arms and, with rude, rough hands, grabbed the buttons at her back.

"No!" she cried again, trying to pull away. "Please!" He did not heed her, however, merely moving his hands from her back to her arm. His careless fingers tore the sleeve of her dress, ripping it so that it hung loosely down her arm. With one last desperate cry, Emily tore herself loose. Without a single backwards glance, she flung the door to the corridor open and ran out into the deserted hallway. She ran blindly, noting only dimly that she was heading in the direction of the elevator. As she reached the lift, she noticed that it was empty; the lifts did not work after midnight. Tears streaming down her face, she turned around, looking desperately for some form of escape.

It came in the shape of the staircase. When she saw the sign say "C-F Deck", with an arrow pointing downwards, she knew immediately that the only person she could turn to was Tommy. She ran down the stairs, nearly tripping several times in her panicked haste. She kept running, however, and made it down to F Deck relatively in one piece. When she reached the F Deck landing, she looked around helplessly, only then stopping to realize that she had no idea where Tommy's room was. She stumbled towards the bow of the ship, hoping beyond hope that this was the right direction.

She wandered around the ship for what seemed like forever, still crying, calling out for Tommy every once in a while. When she had been walking for near half an hour, she leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, a wave of fresh tears streaming down her face. Folding her arms over her knees, she rested her cheek on her arms, her shoulders shaking with sobs. She sat like this for ten minutes before she cried herself to sleep.

xXx

It was one in the morning when Tommy left the party. His Emily had had to leave at midnight, to get back to first class, but he had stayed to talk with the rest of the men who stayed. He made his way back to his cabin, whistling happily and thinking of Emily's sapphire blue eyes. He was turning the handle of his cabin door when he happened to glance down the hall and see someone sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. He recognized the blue dress immediately as the one that Emily had been wearing that night.

"Emily?" he called, alarmed. When she did not look up, he hurried down the hall. As he reached her, he realized that one of the sleeves on her dress was dangling uselessly down her arm, and her face was streaked with tears. He also noticed that she was fast asleep, despite the fact that the floor must have been uncomfortable, being as hard and cold as it was. "What happened to ya?" he whispered as he bent down and picked her up gently. She sniffled slightly and shift in his arms so that she was facing into his chest. Tommy carried her tenderly down the hall to his cabin, opening the door with his elbow. He walked over to his bunk, which, thankfully, was on the bottom, and laid her in it, being careful not to hit her head on the ladder. He looked around helplessly for a bit; he had been thinking that he could have used one of his roommates' bunks, but the beds were all occupied. He thought for a moment, debating over what to do, before slipping into his bed, fully clothed, next to Emily.

He lay there for the next fifteen minutes, simply looking at his personal angel lying next to him. She was, he had decided at their first meeting, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. As she slept, he noted how innocent and vulnerable she looked, especially with her face as tear-stained as it was. He stroked her cheek gently, smiling as she rolled so that her face was snuggled against his chest. He lay his head down on his pillow and wrapped his arms protectively around the woman that he loved. As he fell asleep, he hummed a soft melody, noticing sleepily that Emily's mouth curved into a smile as she slept, as if she were hearing, in her dreams, the sweetest of lullabies.