Emma looked up at Will. Will held up the razor and Emma just stared at it in shock. She was caught.

"That's a razor Will!" Emma said.

"I know it's a razor Emma. I just want to know why there are blood traces on it. What's going on?" Will questioningly said.

"Look Will." Emma was panicking. She needed to find an excuse really fast. She couldn't tell him. She was too afraid. "I was shaving earlier and I cut myself."

"Emma?" Will still didn't believe her. After everything that has happened, there was a chance that she would have done this.

"Come here Will." She lifted her pant leg up and showed him. There were traces of cuts there.

"Oh okay." Will moved in to kiss her but Emma tilted her head. Will stopped. "Emma, is everything okay?"

"Oh, everything is fine." Emma lied. The truth was that she was not fine. Sure, being with Will the last couple of days was everything she had hoped for. But taking time to think about the past events, just made everything the opposite. She was not fine and she didn't know that she will ever be. Just then, Will scooted closer to Emma bringing his arms around her. Emma saw this and immediately jumped up.

"Uh... Look at all the mess here. I really have to get it cleaned up. Umm... thanks for visiting me today. Could you please leave so I can clean all of this up and sort?"

"Did I do anything?" Will said. Emma had been acting awkwardly and he wouldn't even let him touch her.

"No. I just need to be alone." Emma walked up and opened the door. That was Will's cue to leave but as he left, Emma saw a hurt expression on his face.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow I guess. Figgins said that you would be coming back tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess he Amy delivered her baby today. So I have to get back. I'll see you tomorrow." Emma then closed the door. She looked around. Her life was a mess. She looked at everybody on the news that had been raped and they didn't seem like her. They weren't as messed up as her. Emma began to think that something was wrong with her. She saw Will's hurt expression when he left. Emma loved him but the truth was that she was scared. When he touched her, he immediately remembered of Ken touching her. She was scared and angry inside. Emma gave a deep sigh. She looked at the mess and began to clean things up. About an hour and a half later, she looked at her house and it was spotless. The mess was cleared up and there were no more traces of damage to her house at all. Oh how she wished she could say the same to herself. She decided that it was time to clean up. She entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Emma began to cry. She began having flashbacks of the nightly events that took place in the house behind the warehouse. She could feel the callous touch of Ken's hand all over her. The smell of the sweat filling her nose and the sound of his deep voice erupting her mind. She needed to get him off of her. She kept scrubbing and scrubbing herself but she just couldn't get him off of her. The rubbing and hot water combined made her skin become aggravated and red. She just wanted him off. Emma sat down on the tub wondering what the hell did she do to deserve this. Ten minutes later, Emma felt satisfied. She had rubbed her skin raw but she didn't feel him anymore. At least, not right now. Looking at the clock, she noticed that it was already late and she needed to head to work tomorrow. She hopped into bed and closed her eyes.

"Hey Emmster!" Ken snarled.

Emma looked up. Ken was standing there with no shirt on looking at her. He walked closer to her and grabbed her wrist. He twisted her wrist and she screamed in pain. "By the time I'm done, you'll be screaming my name! Come here."

Emma tried to run away but her body strength lacked Ken's amount of body strength by a lot. "You can't run from me. When are you going to give up? You've been trying to run away every night now and still, you can't run away? When the hell are you going to give up?"

"NEVER!" Emma shouted.

"We'll see about that!" Ken smirked. He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her down against the bed. He became on top of her. "You know that you're so hot!" Ken ripped open her shirt leaving her half naked. Ken started to suck her nipples and cup her breasts with his hands.

"PLEASE STOP! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!" Emma pleaded.

` That didn't help a thing. "You know you want it Em! Now shut up!" He unzipped his pants and removed them. He also removed his underwear and Ken lied on top of Emma without any clothes on. "Now show me that you want me." Emma turned her face not looking at him. She felt her hand being grabbed. "You want to touch me!" Her hand was being forced to touch his erection. Emma tried to be forceful but the more she tried, the more she got hurt. She then felt a sharp pain on her face. Ken had a belt and had hit her. He tied her hands together. "Show me how loud you can get!" Ken entered her hard and Emma felt her head bump the wall hard. "Show me you son of a bitch." All Emma could do was plead to get out but nothing happened.

"PLEASE DON'T!" Emma shouted. She sat up immediately. Sweat dripping down on her face. She looked around making sure that it was not real. It eventually sunk to her that it was only a nightmare. She calmed herself down. She slid under the covers and closed her eyes.

Again, she had the same nightmare. She couldn't sleep. She didn't want to relive those events again. She got up and turned on her lights. She put on a bathrobe and made her way to the kitchen. There, she grabbed a glass of water. Water didn't help though. She looked in her pantry. On the right corner were several bottles of whiskey. She looked at it. 'What the hell?' She found an opportunity to drown her sorrows and it was in whiskey. She grabbed it and opened it. She was about to grab a glass but decided against it. She was going to drink the whole thing anyway. She started drinking it but then felt this burn in her throat. 'Damn it was strong.' But she felt better. She started drinking it even more. 'Here's to me.' She raised the bottle up in the air. 'Here's to me for being such a stupid, crazy person who got fucked and is now having the time of her life! CHEERS!' She laughed at it and started hiccupping. She looked at the bottle. There was none left. "Damn it." She got up and immediately fell back down. The room was going round in circles. She still kept laughing and hiccupping. She got up with the bottle in her hand. She heard a big crash and noticed that the bottle disappeared from her hands. "I did a magic trick!" 'Now, where did that bottle go?' She continued walking and kept wobbling side to side. She fell again and caused her to laugh even more. Her stomach started to feel queasy though. She crawled to the bathroom fast. Her stomach erupted and she threw up in the toilet. She just made it. She threw up more than once and looked around. Emma started to get sleepy and the world became black.

So Emma wasn't as good as she thought she was. Thanks Ellie for the constructive criticism. I researched it a little bit more. The next chapters is going to contain more of the effects of a traumatic experience. Please review. I really appreciate them. They help me be a better writer and encourage me to write faster too.