A/N: Sorry i took so long to update. I've been in a major case of writers block, and i've had so many different ideas i felt like i was in an intense game of tug of war with my ideas. But here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it, It took a lot out of me to write it. R&R
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WARNING: The following chapter contains harsh language and some domestic violence, please don't read if that stuff makes you uncomfortable.

Chapter 5:
"...women themselves have the right to live in dignity, in freedom from want and freedom from fear."- Kofi Annan

"Hey, Baby," Damien greets me at my locker at the end of the next day, "How was studying with him," he hisses out, pulling me close to him from behind so that he can have full access to my exposed neck.

He kisses down my neck until I get the chills and maneuver out of his arms.

"It was alright," I say quietly, remembering the argument Jared and I had before I sped away.

"Did he do anything to upset you?" Damien asks, turning me to face him.

"No, he's just very,…opinionated," I say, putting the last of my books into my locker before shutting it behind me.

"Yeah, well, he should learn to keep those opinions to himself," he says, grabbing my hand and walking me to his car.

"They're his opinions, and he's entitled to them," I say, looking him straight in the eye.

He shrugs, driving to his house. When he's stopped at a red light, I look at him out of the corner of my eye, and see the tension he's holding in his chin.

"I'm going over to his house again tonight," I blurt out before I lose my sudden rush of confidence.

"No, you're not, I don't want him with you. I don't like him and I don't think you should be spending time with him," he almost yells, squeezing my hand tighter in his.

"Damien, really, you can't tell me what to do, you're not my father. I'm going tonight weather you like it or not," I tell him as we get into his empty house.

He quickly slams the door behind him and roughly, pushes me up against the wall, getting right up in my face, squeezing the top of my arms so hard I can feel exactly where they're going to bruise.

"How dare you talk to me like that you fucking bitch. I'm your boyfriend and if I said you're not going, you're not going, understand?" He asks me and I can tell his temper's completely taken over. His eyes are so black it's not natural.

"No, I may be your girlfriend, but not for long if you keep acting like this. I'm going to help him study, Damien, not fuck him. I don't care if you like it or not," I say through clenched teeth.

He steps away from me, and before I can move he slaps me across the face and gets back into it.

I have my eyes closed and I'm turned away from him, holding my cold hand to my stinging face. Knowing inside that Jared was right.

"You don't even love me. If you did you wouldn't go to him. If you really loved me, we wouldn't even be having this argument and I wouldn't have done that to you."

"How could you say I don't love you? I'm still here aren't I?" I look into his eyes and see the real him coming back.

He seems to be really looking at me for the first time and realizing what he did.

"If you do love me, you won't go," He says, looking into my eyes and holding my hand to his heart.

"Ok, I won't go," I resolve as a tear falls down my cheek, knowing I'm in way over my head with him.

"Thank you, Kimmy. I'm so sorry what I did to you, you know my temper can get the best of me sometimes. I didn't really mean to hit you," he says, pulling me gently into his arms, and kissing my stinging cheek, "I promise it'll never happen again," he says, kissing my lips this time as I nod.

I know this won't be the last time, but I don't have it in me to just get up and leave him.

"If it does, we're done," I whisper, snuggling my head into the space where his neck meets his shoulder.

"And that'll be fine with me, because I promise, it'll never happen again. I love you, Kimmy," he says, stroking my hair.

"I love you, too," I say, leaving him to got to the bathroom and wash my face.

I look at myself in the mirror and sigh, "What have you gotten yourself into?" I mutter to my reflection.

I turn off the light, and as I head back to his bedroom I hear him talking on the phone.

"No, I can't tonight, she's staying with me…Yes, yes, I know… Tomorrow, I promise… yes… I can't wait… see you then," I eye him suspiciously from the doorway.

"Who was that?" I ask, kneeling behind him on the bed, hugging his shoulders.

"It was my cousin, I'm meeting up with her in Makah tomorrow night." He turns around to face me and pushes me down on his bed gently.

He lets his hands roam down my body as he kisses me roughly, the kiss quickly getting needy.

He slips his hands under my top so that he's touching the smooth skin of my stomach, and quickly lifts my shirt off over my head.

He looks down at me with desire clouding his eyes.

"Let me make up what I did to you earlier," he whispers in my ear, cupping my breasts in his hands, kissing the skin that spills over the top of my lacy demi-cups.

He backs away from them for seconds so he could get his own shirt out of the way, and then he quickly finds his way back to where he was. I lay under him, almost unresponsive, not really wanting to do this with him, but not wanting to fight with him again.

"Ok, but I don't want to go all the way," I tell him.

"Mmm, that's fine, we can just fool around," he says, reaching around behind me to un clasp my bra.

The second my chest is exposed to him, he quickly takes the peak into his mouth, and pinches and fondles the other.

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the sick feeling I have in the pit of my stomach and at least pretend like I'm enjoying it.

Tired of me being unenthused, he takes one of my hands in his and places it over the bulge in his jeans.

"Kimmy, open your eyes. Look what you do to me, look at how much I want you," He hisses, letting out a moan as he moves my hand around his pants.

"Damien, I don't really want to do this right now," I say, sitting up, folding my arms over my exposed chest.

"You dirty slut, I bet you'd want to do this if you were with Jared," he whispers menacingly, roughly uncrossing my arms so that I'm in full view again.

He pushes me back so that I'm laying down in front of him again, and this time he slips his fingers in the waist of my jeans.

"Damien, stop," I say, trying to grab his wrists and move them out of my pants.

"You are such a fucking prude, but whatever I'll stop. You can leave now since you're not being much fun. I'll talk to you later, and I better not catch you at his house. Don't think I won't check" he dismisses me like some cheap whore.

I quickly get dressed and grab my purse before leaving his house, intending to walk home. It starts drizzling, and by the time I'm barely halfway there, it's getting colder and the rain's picked up.

I start to shiver when I notice a car slowing down next to me. The driver's side window rolls down, exposing Jared's face.

"Do you need a ride?" he asks, slowing the car so he keeps at my pace.

"No, I'm ok. I'm not that far from home," I say, looking straight ahead of me as I continue to pass the huge forest on each side of the road.

"You're not even halfway there, it's cold, and the rain is getting heavier, just get in, you're soaked already. You're going to get sick."

"No really. I'll be fine," I protest, but he stops the car anyway.

"Get in," he growls, and this time I don't protest, I just climb in and cross my arms over my chest.

"Thanks," I mumble, looking shyly out the window.

"No problem. But can I just ask, where's your car?"

"At home. Damien drove me to his house after school, but we got into an argument so I left," I tell him, not wanting to go into the messy details.

I shiver, and he reaches over and turns up the heat.

"What an ass. He wouldn't even drive you home. Great boyfriend you've got yourself," he comments, missing the turn that leads to our houses, instead driving straight onto the highway that leads to Forks.

"Where are we going?" I question, turning to face him as we wait at the light before the highway.

He looks at me, seeing the red mark on my cheek from where Damien hit me.

"What's that?" he asks, gently touching my stinging cheek.

"Nothing," I say, turning my face so that he can't see it.

He pulls off onto the shoulder of the road and turns my face so that he has a clear view of where Damien hit me.

He gently lays each of his fingers over the mark, matching them up to each other.

"He hit you and he was sober. What excuse do you have for him now, Kim?" Jared spits out, gently holding his scorching hand to my cheek.

"It was my fault, I shouldn't have got him mad," I say as a tear slides down my face.

He quickly wipes it away. Holding my face in both of his hands, forcing me to look at him.

"Kim, you need to leave him. No man should ever hit a woman. Ever. You deserve so much better than him," he breathes out, slowly leaning over to kiss my forehead.

I sit there shocked for a moment. Did he really just show affection to me?

"I can't just leave him. He'd be pissed and come after me. It's almost happened before, I'd get more hurt that way," I tell him, though again, I don't know why I've found myself opening up to him.

"Wait, so he's done stuff like this before?" he asks in disbelief.

I nod my head slowly.

"Was this all he did to you?"

I hesitate, before nodding, not wanting him to see where Damien grabbed me.

"I'm glad I found you. I'm reporting him to the police" Jared quickly pulls out his cell phone.

"No, don't. I don't want him to get in trouble," I plead, looking Jared in the eyes, lowering his hand that was holding his cell.

"Fine, but if I so much as see a scratch on you, I'll take care of him myself," he resolves, pulling back onto the highway.

We drive all the way out to a coffee shop in Forks and he parks, pinching the bridge of his nose with his two fingers.

"Take off you're sweat shirt and put mine on so you don't freeze," Jared says, handing me a dry sweatshirt from his back seat.

"And what will you wear?" I ask, noticing he's only wearing a t-shirt.

"Don't worry about me, I'm not the one shivering," he comments.

I quickly take off my sweatshirt, forgetting that Damien grabbed me and the red marks would be there.

"You lied. I swear to God I'll kill him. He grabbed you too," he mutters in disbelief.

"No, that was my fault, I…I ran into something," I stammer.

"You ran into something and it gave you a swollen mark in the shape of a hand?" He asks, not in the mood to play this game.

I nod my head knowing he clearly won't hear it.

"You need to leave him. If you don't I won't hesitate to go after him myself."

"And on what grounds are you going to do that? You have had nothing to do with me up until yesterday, and now just because we talk and I helped you study once you think you have the right to tell me what to do with my relationship?" I snap, taking out all of my frustration on him, knowing he doesn't deserve it.

"Did you ever think, maybe I care about you? I'd hate to see anyone have to get pushed around, especially a sweet girl like you. You don't have to put up with him," he says, taking my hand in his and running his thumb over the back of my hand.

I was stunned to silence as the car idled. All I could do was look into his eyes.

"I'm going to go in and get us some drinks. You don't have to face anyone like you are now. I'll be back in a few minutes, then we'll drive somewhere and just talk. What do you like?" He asks me.

"Um, can you get me a Caramel latte?"

"Sure thing. I'll be back in a few," he says, getting out of the car and sauntering into the café.

I play with my phone in my hand until it starts beeping.

I open it and look at the screen, seeing one new text message.

"Where are you? I called your house and your brother said you weren't home," Damien texts.

"It's none of your concern. You wanted me to leave so I left," I text back.

My phone buzzes again, "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

"My ex-boyfriend," I respond.

Just as I hit send, Jared opens his door, handing me my latte and a sugar cookie.

"Thank you, how much do I owe you?" I ask.

"Don't worry about it," he says, as he backs up out of the parking space.

Jared drives until we're up on the cliffs overlooking La Push.

He puts his car in park and takes a sip of his coffee just as my phone rings.

I feel the color leave my cheeks when I see Damien's number pop up on the caller ID.

"It's him isn't it?" Jared asks.

I nod and he holds out his hand wordlessly. I hand it over to him reluctantly, and he opens it, instantly accepting the call.

"What the fuck do you mean ex-boyfriend?" Damien yells in aggravation the second the call connects.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking like that?" Jared yells back.

"Lyakon? What are you doing with her phone? Is she with you?"

"Yes, she is. And she's done with you. I know what you did to her, and if you so much as lay a finger on her, I'll show you what it feels like to be thrown around like a rag doll, understand?"

"I'm not scared of you. You can't tell me what I can and can't do with my girlfriend."

"She's not your girlfriend anymore, get over it. She deserves better than you, ass hole."

"The hell she does. I'm exactly what that bitch deserves. Tell her to keep an eye out. I'll be watching, waiting until I have a clear shot at her, make sure she knows that," Damien yells before disconnecting the call.

Jared hands my phone back to me, wiping more tears off my face.

"Don't cry, I really can't handle that," Jared says, giving me an awkward hug in the front seat of his car.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, laying my head on his shoulder, "I'm just scared, now he's going to really hurt me," I confess.

"Shh, don't worry, Kim, I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

Later that night, I'm sitting in my bedroom, staring up at the ceiling, terrified to go to sleep.

Damien texted me a few times that night, trying to get me to talk to him but I refused to respond.

His last text reminded me that he wasn't done with me, and he'd get back at me for telling Jared.

I know he knows which bedroom is mine and I'm terrified he'll come for me.

I turn away from the window when suddenly I hear something hit it.

I freeze and look at the clock on my nightstand, 1:20 AM.

I turn over back towards the window and slowly make my way over to it, looking out to see Jared hanging on the frame, instantly feeling relieved.

I quickly open my window, "Jared, what the hell are you doing?" I ask him.

"Just hanging," he quips, "Move over, I'm gunna jump,"

I quickly move away and he stealthily slips in through the window.

"Surprise," he says, opening his arms out wide in front of me.

"What are you doing surprising me at this time? And half naked in my bedroom no less," I ask, sitting on the foot of my bed.

"I figured you'd be to nervous to sleep, so I figured I'd come as security for the night," he says, sitting down next to me, taking my hand into his. "As long as I live, I promise Damien will never lay a hand on you."

I must admit, I do find it really strange to have him come into my bedroom in the middle of the night just to help me sleep. I should feel creeped out about it, but surprisingly I don't.

"Thank you, Jared, but I don't see why you're doing all this for me," I say, looking into his deep chocolate eyes.

"Don't worry about it, Kim. I just really hate to see girls mistreated. Especially you, you're so sweet, and caring, and helpful, and stubborn, and willing to see only the good in people," he says breathlessly, cupping my face in his hand.

I lean into it and smile. He smiles back at me and kisses my forehead again before walking me to the side of the bed, tucking me under the covers.

He goes to walk away from the bed, headed towards the computer chair across the room, but I catch his hand in mine, sliding over and patting the space on the bed next to me.

"Are you sure?" he asks me.

I nod, watching him kick off his sneakers and take of his shirt.

"Is that ok or do you want me to keep it on?" he asks me, referring to his discarded shirt.

"No, it's fine," I whisper, taking in his perfectly sculpted body in front of me.

He slides into the bed next to me on top of the covers, and I wrap my arm tentatively around his sweltering body.

"Is that ok?" I ask, looking up at him.

He nods, "As long as you're comfortable. Listen, I probably won't be here when you get up, but I'll stay here until I hear your parents get up, and I'll pick you up for school tomorrow morning. I don't want you and Rachel going alone. Damien and Aiden are going to be pissed and I don't want you two alone. Paul and Sam will be looking out for you guys too. And Kim, really, you don't have to worry, I'd never let anything happen to you," he tells me as I begin to drift off.

I don't have the energy to protest, tough I know Rachel will be pissed with me when she finds out Jared and I have been spending time together, and he's enlisted the help of her baby's daddy to help look after us because of my crazy ex.