Author's Note: Hello again. So, here I am writing another chapter for your enjoyment and mine. You know something? I just had a mini epiphany. It sucks to be young. Nobody hears your opinion or even cares what it is. That's why I love this website. You readers care what I have to write about even if it is fictional. Alright, sorry about that, thought I would share. Now that my finger's mostly better aside from the small bruise, I'm ready to type away. So, here you go! Emily's POV again. CIAO! (-That trigger happy dude gets me every time.)

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shitification. Naomi has practically collapsed behind me, clinging to my back. I really don't know what to do. We're screwed. I could scream.

'I'll scream.' I said.

'Go ahead. Screaming never helped Naomi, did it?' I hear her sobbing behind me. That was low. I want to kill him. I hate this man. Um, maybe I should stall and hope that Cook wakes up? Guess that's my only option at this point.

'You're a prick. You deserve to die, and Naomi sure as hell deserves better than you. And I'll make sure she gets better, too.' His face falters slightly at my confidence, but his menacing smirk is soon back in place.

'Is that so? You sound pretty confident considering I can beat the shit out of you if I want. Or, you can take your friend here and leave. Without Naomi.'

'No, absolutely not. I'm not leaving her. Do you think I'm stupid?'

'Why, yes, yes I do. You could leave and never hear from me again, but you're choosing a not so bright future. And for what? Her?' He says the last part with such disdain that if I had a gun, shooting him would be the easiest decision of my life.

'Yes, for her. You have this amazing woman who would've loved you and taken care of you and probably given you children one day. Instead you choose to permanently damage her. She's broken, and it's going to take a hell of a lot to fix her.' I was going to end my little spiel here, but I see that Cook has started to come around. 'Naomi is gorgeous, smart, and funny. A cock like you should've never gotten the chance to love her.' At this point Cook has risen to his feet and positioned himself right behind Anthony.

'Are you finished, bitch.'

'Not quite.' I say with a smirk. Cook punches him in the back of the neck, but not hard enough to kill the prick unfortunately. I immediately turn around and lift Naomi. Like I've said before, I'm not too weak. I motion for Cook to grab her bags and we're out the door in a jiffy. Yeah, I just said jiffy. Deal with it. I set Naomi down as gently as possible and slam the car door behind me. Cook puts the key in the ignition and puts the car in drive in one swift motion.

Once we're a safe distance from the house, I turn my attention to Naomi. She looks exhausted, physically and mentally drained. I can still see the tear marks on her face. She still has a few stray tears rolling down her face. I softly wipe them off with my thumbs. She looks over at me and gives me a tired smile. I smile sadly back and pull her into my side. She wraps her arms around my middle and I can hear her breathing start to even out.

We pull up to my house and Naomi has drifted off to sleep. I softly unwrap her arms from around me, well, as softly as possible considering the death grip she has on me. I ask Cook to carry her into the house and he sets her on the sofa. I bring her bags in and up to her room. I decide to make some lunch, or is it dinner? Lunner then, for when Naomi wakes up.

I'm putting the finishing touches on our lunner when I hear movement in the living room. Well, some rustling then a resounding thud. I quickly walk into the room, only to find a defeated looking Naomi on the floor. Her feet are hopelessly tangled up in the blanket I had previously covered her in. I can't help but chuckle. I reach down and remove the offending object from around her legs. I lift Naomi off the ground and set her upright. I go to let go, but Naomi has her arms firmly around my shoulders. I reciprocate by putting my arms around her waist. We stand there hugging for longer than was probably necessary.

I bring Naomi into the dining room where our food is waiting. I don't know what one eats at lunner, so I made sandwiches and salad. Simple. We begin to eat our food in silence. I don't want to push Naomi to talk to me. If I was her I would probably never want to talk again. She looks like she's struggling on whether or not to tell me what she's feeling.

'You can tell me Naomi. It's okay.' She looks surprised. Then she just looks sad again.

'I just don't know what to feel. I mean, it's not even about Anthony anymore. I've been dealing with his shit for years.' I wince at this proclamation. Years? Jesus. 'I know, years. I can't believe I did. I have always been so strong-willed. Never taken any shit from anyone. Then Anthony comes along with the promise of a perfect life. He made me fall in love with him, well made me think I was in love with him. Everything just happened so fast. Now, you come along looking all gorgeous. Long story short, I think I could be falling for you and it scares the shit out of me.'

'Naomi, you can't live your life being scared. I would never hurt you. The idea of that prick putting his hands on you makes me want to puke.'

'It's not just that. I know you would never hurt me, I can just tell. That's how Anthony started out too. All loving and shit. Then he turned into this monster who hit me more out of routine than actual anger.'

'Naomi, I don't want to rush anything with you. I want everything to come as it may. I will promise you one thing right now. I'm not Anthony. I never will be him. If I ever even start to resemble anything like him, you have permission to slap the shit out of me.' Her face right then is priceless. Like she would never even consider hitting me. That makes me smile inside and out. 'Well, I'm just saying. So, what do you say? Deal?'

She doesn't hesitate in the slightest. 'Deal.'

'Right then, I'm exhausted, so you must be too. Bed?'

'That sounds amazing.' I hadn't even realized that I put Naomi's bags in my room. 'Guess I won't be needing the guest room, eh Ems?'

'Sorry, let me just move them.'

'Nonsense. I want to stay with you. I don't think I can sleep without you.'

'Okay, come on then.' Naomi and I put on some more comfortable clothes before slipping into bed and drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Note: Okay, I wasn't going to end it here, but I have chores. Blech. Alright, let me know what you think. Again, I will get to the issue of the prostitution and all that, but I needed this chapter to lead up to that particular discussion. So, review, please? I'll update again when I get ten more reviews. Evil, I know. Review!