Author's Note: Really quickly sorry about not updating really but long story short I am in a cast right now so typing takes a bit longer than normal. IMPORTANT THOUGH- THIS CHAPTER TALKS ABOUT ABUSE AND FROM THIS POINT ON I DON'T KNOW HOW IN DEPTH IT IS GOING TO GET SO IF YOU ARE EASILY DISTURBED BY TALK OF ABUSE OF ANY KIND YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO READ!

Mark's POV

A silence fills the apartment as Callie walks out of Jenna's room. Her eyes are wide open and I have no idea what went on after the yelling stopped.

"What happened?" I ask, fearing for whatever was going to come out of Callie's mouth.

"I was right, but I wish I hadn't been."

"About what Callie?"

"Josh abused Jenna."

"Josh, Tara's boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he lived with them since she was 6 and abused her the whole time." My blood boiled at the thought of anyone hurting Jenna like that and that Tara let it happen.

"Physically, emotionally, or…or…" I couldn't bring myself to ask the last type of abuse since I didn't even want to imagine my daughter being hurt like that.

"I didn't ask but she showed me some physical abuse." She pauses and I can tell she is trying to decide if she was going to tell me something. "She showed me a bruise Mark. It's probably no more than a week and a half old."

"He abused her up until her mother died?" And out of nowhere Jenna's voice came quietly across the room.

"He abused me more once Mom got sick." I look at her and instead of seeing the sixteen-year-old teenager that came into my life yesterday; I see the tear filled eyes of a child whose innocence was stolen away at the young age of six. "It got worse after her appointment since he-"

"Jenna, you don't have to tell us if you don't want to." Callie says since Jenna was almost in tears.

"You said you wanted to know me," she said pointedly at me. "I'm letting you know about my life. You want to know all about me? Well here you go. I'm sixteen, my favorite color is green, my best friend in Georgia was a girl named Riley, and Josh raped me when I was 15." I just want to kill Josh right now. "When he was told that any kind of sex with Mom was dangerous for her, he came home and raped me. Up until Mom died, I was his toy, to fill his desires since it was my fault." At this moment Jenna's tears were streaming down her face. I walk over and pull her into my arms and even though she had been, and probably still was, mad at me earlier, she cries in my arms, wanting someone's love and support since she hadn't felt that in a while it seems.

Once Jenna cried her tears out, she wanted to sleep. After she went and got in bed, I called the one person that I knew I need to call: Owen Hunt.

"Dr. Hunt."

"Hey Owen, it's Mark."

"Mark, how are your daughters?" He asks, knowing that Jenna had just recently appeared in my everyday life.

"They are ok, but Owen I need the rest of the week off. It has to do with Jenna."

"Ok, I understand and I'll try my best, but there still might be times you have to come in."

"I understand. Thank you," I say before hanging up as I walk past Jenna's room. I can't help but peer into her room. She's curled up in her bed, covers wrapped around her. She looks so peaceful as she sleeps, unlike the rest of her life. How could he have possibly thought that it was alright to hurt my daughter like that? If he ever comes near her, I will kill him.