Author's Note: So, I'm back for another chapter, even though I jammed my finger playing football today, so it feels stupid to be typing with two of my fingers taped together. Anyways, I was rather disappointed by the lack of reviews last chapter, but that won't stop me! Thank you to Anonymous-Obsession13 and ROCKtheMEDIA for being the only ones to review last chapter so far. Also vaskon has been a faithful reviewer, so thanks! Like I said before, Emily's POV. Cheers!

After I had finished crying, I poured some cereal for me and Naomi considering the pancakes had gone cold. Now we're finished eating and are sitting on the couch watching television. Well, she's watching television, I'm watching her hopefully discreetly.

'Ems, could you stop looking at me?' Busted. I snap my eyes back to the television.

'What, I wasn't.' Lying is always the answer. I look at the t.v. but I can see her smirking out of the corner of my eye.

'Yeah?' I nod. 'What are we watching then?' She says smugly. I look at the t.v. Crap, commercials.

'Umm, fine I don't know.'

'Ha, I knew it! See something you like Ems?'

'Yes.' Oops. Well, caught her off guard with that one.

'Oh really?'

'Yup.' I look in her eyes and immediately get lost in them. We just sit there staring into each other's eyes. I could look into her eyes forever. Woah, what? Hm, Naomi is rather gorgeous. I don't know, it's just so natural having her around all the time. I can't really imagine her not living here. I meant to ask her about that. No time like the present, eh?

'Hey Naoms?'

'Yeah Ems?'

'How long are you gonna stay here for?' Her face falls. Crap. 'No, it's not that I want you to leave, I just need to know to make arrangements, you know? Food, clothes, soap, that sort of thing? You're welcome to stay as long as you want, I mean-'

'Emily.' I look at her. She looks rather amused at my rambling.

'Sorry, I just, I don't want you to leave.'

'Well, I don't really have anywhere else to go, so you won't have to worry about that anytime soon.'

'Good.' I say. 'What about your clothes though? It's been two days since you left the hospital, you can't wear my clothes forever. We're not exactly the same size.'

'Um, I don't know.' She instantly looks upset, and I regret bringing it up.

'Hey, it's okay. We'll go back to yours and get them. I know just who to call.'

'Really? Are you sure?'

'Of course. Anything for you.' She beams at me and I answer with a grin of my own.

'Emilio, how you doing man?' Cook. Loud and obnoxious, but perfect in this situation. I knew there was a reason I put up with him. That and he really is a sweet guy sometimes.

'Hey Cook, could you help me with something?'

'Yeah sure, what's up Red?'

'I have a friend who has a husband who beats her. Well, used to beat her, she's living with me now. Only problem is all of her things are still at her house. I was wondering if you could go with us in case the guy needs to be contained.'

'Of course! I'll get to beat his ass! I may be an ass, but it ain't right, shovin' around a woman like that. Course Cookie'll help ya man.'

'Great, are you free at four?'

'Sure, pick you girlies up then. See ya later Emilio.'

'Later, Cook.' I walk back into the living room where I left Naomi.

'Well?'

'He's coming at four.' Naomi looks frightened by this. 'Hey, it's okay, Cook will take care of him, alright? I'll be with you the whole time.' She looks somewhat relaxed by this, but the fear is still present on her face. I walk over to the couch and sit next to her. She instantly buries her face in my neck and my arms wrap around her protectively. The need to defend Naomi has only gotten stronger in the short period of time she has been living with me.

Naomi and I get ready and by the time we're done Cook has arrived. I go to get in the front seat of Cook's car, but Naomi grabs my hand and asks me with her eyes to sit with her. I smile and get in the back with her. Naomi is practically in my lap on the way to her house, not that I'm complaining. I could tell that Cook wanted to make a crude remark about it, but I caught his eye in the mirror and told him not to. His smirk was immediately gone and his eyes averted back to the road.

We pull into Naomi's driveway, and her house is one of those houses that looks exactly like every other house in the neighborhood.

'I'm just gonna have a smoke before we go in, yeah?' For a cock, Cook is really smart and kind sometimes. I nod at him, thanking him with my eyes.

I turn to Naomi and she looks on the verge of tears. I wrap her up in my arms and whisper comforting things in her ear because this time, I know it will all be okay. Cook won't let us get hurt, he would rather die. Me and Cook have a special kind of friendship. We both know we love each other, we don't ever need to say it.

'Naomi, look at me.' She looks up at me and I can see the tear streaks down her face. 'It's going to be okay. I promise.'

'How do you know, Ems?' I grab her face and crash our lips together. At first she doesn't respond, but then our lips start to move together. Before the kiss deepens I pull our faces apart and rest our foreheads together.

'I just do, okay?' She nods. I don't know if kissing her was the right thing to do, but it felt so right. Not to mention perfect. I give her one last peck on the lips before entwining our fingers and pulling her out of the car. 'Alright Cook, let's go. He nods and we walk up the steps together, Naomi's hand squeezing mine progressively harder. Cook strides up to the door and gives it a strong knock. I hear movement and then the door swings open, and Anthony is stood before us.

'We're here to get Blondie's stuff, yeah?' Cook obviously.

'Who the fuck are you, prick?'

'The name's Cook, now move fucker.' He chooses to ignore Cook and turns to Naomi who is practically hiding behind me. Anthony's face is red with rage at this point.

'And would you like to tell me where the fuck you have been?' He spits at her. I step even more in front of her, protecting her. I know she's strong, but this guy has monumentally fucked her up.

'She's been with me. Problem?'

'Yes, I have a fucking problem. My wife hasn't been home for the last three days! That's a fucking problem in my book!' Cook steps in at this point.

'Look man, she's had enough of your shit. So just fucking move so we can get her shit, yeah?'

'She's not going anywhere!.' Anthony shouts back.

'The hell she's not.' Me again.

'How about you and you're little friend here fuck off and leave me and my wife alone.' He chooses to ignore me and directs this at Cook.

'Alright, buddy, I've tried to tell you to fuck off.' Cook raises his fist and smashes Anthony's nose in. Blood is absolutely pouring out of his nose. 'After you ladies.' Cook says with his signature grin. I grab Naomi's hand and practically drag her through the door.

'Alright Naomi, you're gonna have to lead the way.' She leads me upstairs and into her bedroom, never once letting go of my hand. 'Okay, get what you need, I'll be right here.' I sit down on my bed and she nods and walks over to her wardrobe. I assume Cook has stayed to make sure Anthony doesn't get up, though I doubt he will be anytime soon judging by the state of his nose.

I look up at Naomi and she is just stood in front of her wardrobe, shoulders shaking. I sigh. This isn't going to be easy. I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist from behind. She turns around in the embrace and puts her head in my neck.

'Naomi, come on, it'll be okay. Come on, I'll help you.'

'Emily, I can't do this. He'll find me. He'll hurt me, or you. Ems I couldn't live with myself if he hurt you.'

'Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay, I promise. He's not gonna find you. We'll both be fine, alright? I'll make sure of it.'

'How can you be sure?'

'Trust me.'

'I do.' She says with nothing but sincerity in her voice. I take her hand and help her get out some bags. We fill them with everything we could. I told her I would buy her anything we couldn't fit in the bags.

When we walk down the stairs I know something's gone wrong. As I enter the front room I see Cook nearly unconscious on the floor with Anthony standing over him, face and fists bloodied beyond recognition. I hear Naomi gasp from behind me.

'Hello girls. Going somewhere?'

Note: I couldn't make it that easy, could I? I debated making it easy, but this is much better I think. I actually kind of forgot that England is like 5 hours ahead of New York, so sometimes my update times must seem screwed up to you, huh? Haha anyways, my finger kills, and this chapter is my longest yet I believe, so hope you enjoyed! Review please and thank you :)