"Rachael? Emma? Where are you?"

Little Emma was scared of him. She decided to hide in the closet, in her room, where she felt safe.

He spotted her. 'Rachael,' he thought.

She was scared. But where was Emma. She didn't have time to hide herself, she was looking for Emma. Where was her mother. Probably working, without a clue of what her boyfriend could do. He was there with that grin. The one that worried her. He took a step forward, and she took a step back. Rachael looked around, and realized where she was. She was in Emma's room. Where was she, she thought.

He grabbed her arm, she tried to push him, with all her strength, it was enough for her to run. She ran to the door, he ran fast too. Everything went fast, and she was screaming. He was covering her mouth, Emma closed her eyes, and covered her ears, she cried. She was scared, and weak.

He told them never to say anything, 'I can make mommy disappear,' he said, and they never did. Rachael never spoke to Emma. Emma cried, but she didn't know that Rachael was crying too.

Rachael was depressed.

Rachael was angry.

Rachael was pregnant.

I woke up, it was six in the morning. I was shaking, I was sweating, and I was scared. It's worse than I thought. How am I going to make it this week, I looked in the mirror and I looked pale. I took a shower, fixed my hair, changed, ate and other things. The usual mornings.

Unfortunately, the day was going slow.

London was making fun of my clothes...again. It was different though, I know because she didn't make fun of any other things, like my nails, shoes, or makeup. Bailey must have told her to take it easy.

"Ms. Tutweiller?"

It was Bailey.

"Yes Bailey,"

"Are you okay?"

No.

"Yes, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"Just asking, I have to go, I have chemistry. Bye Ms. T,"

"Goodbye Bailey,"

She waved goodbye, she looked so confused. She wasn't sad today, I guess I helped her a bit. Though, she was a little down, she didn't feel like talking, which scares me, she is not the silent kind.

I decided to walk around, and as I did, I heard a voice. Someone calling my name. It was Marion.

"Emma!"

He stopped to catch his breath.

"Marion? What's wrong?"

"No, nothings wrong, Bailey told me how you were today, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired that's all,"

"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything,"

"Today is just an off day. It's the anniversary of my sister's—never mind, you probably don't want to hear the story anyway,"

"Emma, I don't mind, I have time. I'll always have time for you—your stories that is,"

He started laughing nervously, I seriously don't know why. He was also starting to sweat.

"Okay, but can we talk somewhere else, it's just that I don't really feel comfortable talking about it with everybody around,"

"Of course, I know a place," He smiled, took my hand gently, and started taking me away to the same place I usually come to cry. (The place where Ms. T and Bailey were talking in the episode Marriage 101)

We sat down on bench, and he looked at me, like he wanted to say something to me, but couldn't. I wish I could read his mind. Just to hear what he was thinking. I don't know why, but he makes me feel... important. He was different than all the other men.

We both stared at each other, he was confused, and so was I. I felt something. I realized he was still holding my hand softly. His hands fit perfectly with mine.

"So you really want to hear this, it's a long story,"

"like I said Emma, I don't mind,"

"Well, I was five. My sister was ten. She and I were like best friends, we always had time for each other. Even though she was older, and had friends that were her age and had more things in common than I did with her. But she never let me down, whenever I was alone, she would come to me and play. Even if her friends where telling her that I was a baby and it's not fun to play with one, she wouldn't listen to them, she would defend me. My mother was so proud of us."

For the first time, I felt comfortable, and best of all, he was listening. I paused for awhile, to take a deep breath, and started again.

"Until our mother had a new boyfriend, Mitch. He was cruel. He was always looking at my sister Rachael. And every time he came to our house, he would look at Rachael. Not the way a kind man would. I was scared of him, and so was she. She would push me away from him," I started to tear up and I was trying not to stutter, he squeezed my hand tightly. I kept going.

"One day, my mother had to work a double shift, so she left us alone. Just for a while, but that's all it to for him to do that. He came to the house. He was calling our names. I was in my room, and as soon as I heard his voice, I ran to my closet. I was so scared, I forgot about Rachael. She was looking for me, so she went to my room and whispered my name. I was about to go to her, when he came. He saw her, and he grabbed her. I was looking through the key hole, and all I could do was watch. He raped her, and I didn't do anything, I was so afraid, and I hate myself for not doing anything to help her. I— I was s-so.."

I started to cry so hard, it hurt. I looked down, and he took his hand and lifted my chin up, and he looked at me with a serious look. He cares. He really cares

"Hey, it's not your fault, you were little, and you didn't know anything then. I'm here Emma, and I'll always be here for you. I promise,"

I looked at him, and I could see it in his eyes that he really meant it. I smiled a little, and he hugged me. I hugged him back. I cried even more, and he held me tightly, as if he wanted me to feel that he was here with me, and would never let me go. It took me a couple minutes to let it out, but I know that he didn't mind.

We both ended the hug, but his arms where still wrapped around my waste, and my hands were still wrapped around his neck. Our noses barely touched. We were so close. And we came closer. We were both breathing so hard, and then, without realizing, our lips met. It felt like I wasn't even there, like the world wasn't there. Just me and Marion. And I like the sound of that. Marion and I. Me and Marion. The kiss was sweet, then it went deeper, as our tongues danced around. His arms held me tightly, and I got closer to him. We held each other tightly. We both broke the kiss, to take a breath of air. He looked at me, and I looked at him. We both smiled.

He took his handkerchief out of his pocket, and wiped my tears. I guess I still had a few tears.

I rested my head on his shoulder, and he rested his on my head. It was silence. That's all there was, just silence. The good one. We both looked at the moon. It was beautiful, and the stars were sparkling, more than ever.

He walked me to my cabin, and he kissed me goodnight. And for the first time I had a dream, a real dream. A dream that was nothing but good. I was feeling something, and it felt good to. No... it felt great.

First I want to say thank you, for the wonderful reviews. Lol it made my day. Second, Chapter 3 will be coming up very soon. Things will get a little twisted. And a bit of Rated M. he he! And last, I tried not to make it cheesy, oh I tried so hard, sorry if it was though. Oh well. K, oh, and please feel free to tell me what you think. ;)

- REDMW