Amelia felt herself being shaken before her eyes slowly popped open, and almost screamed as her mother stood above her bed. "What the hell, mom?"
Emily shook her head as she shh'ed her daughter, her hand gripping her suitcase's handle tight. "Honey, get up. We're leaving."
Both women immediately packed Amelia's bag before getting their coats and making their way to the door. The darkness didn't help the fact that they had to get out quick before Johnny would wake up. Emily quickly opened the front door and slammed it behind them before they jumped in the car and locked the doors. Amelia shivered as Emily started the car, only to jump at a bang on her window.
"Aaron?"
Aaron nodded as he took his hands from the window, letting Emily slowly roll it down. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard what you told Amelia in the bathroom. Emily, where do you think you are going to go?"
Emily shook her head as she sent a worried glance towards the house, her hands cramping on the steering wheel. "Aaron, how did you know where I lived? And why do you care? I barely know you."
"It doesn't mean I don't care, Emily." He gripped the open window. "Do you have anywhere to go?"
"No, but I was goi-"
"Follow my car."
Emily's eyebrows shot up as she noticed Amelia relax in her seat. "Aaron, you're very sweet, but also being kind of weird and creepy and I don't think that we sho-"
"EMILY!"
Every brunette in the driveway turned their head towards the front door, where a shirtless Johnny stood with an empty beer can crushed in his hand. Emily's eyes widened as Aaron immediately straightened up and she quickly buckled her seatbelt. "Aaron, get in your car and drive. I'll follow you, I promise."
Johnny made his way to the car before pounding his hand onto the hood of the car. "Get out of the car, Emily!"
Emily shook her head as she watched Johnny's eyes glare at the tall agent in front of him. "Johnny, leave him alone. Just go back in the house."
"Don't you think you can tell me what to do, Emily Michelle! I OWN you and your fuck of a daughter! Now you get back in that house this moment."
Emily felt anger pelt at her core as she quickly stepped out of the car, ignoring her daughter's calls as she stood just in front of Aaron. "Don't you dare talk about my child, like that. And she's not just mine. As much as I hate to say it, she's yours too!"
Johnny smirked as he shook his head, pointing the dented beer can at his girlfriend. "How the fuck am I suppose to know that? She could be anyone's! Everyone knows that you're a floozy."
Aaron watched as Emily's eyes widened, and he fisted his hands by his side before holding Emily back. "Emily is no floozy, John. She's one of the most beautiful, self-respecting and caring women I know. And it's obvious she doesn't take anything for granted, unlike some people." He felt himself smirk as Johnny's eyes raged his way. Aaron ignored the fact as Emily stiffened slightly in his arms, and just rubbed his hands along her covered shoulders. "True, I've not known her for long. But I can tell I already I know a lot more than you do."
Johnny's eyes widened as his breath came in ragged breaths. He quickly lunged forward, only to fall to the gravel floor when a fist connected with his face. And oddly enough, it wasn't Aaron's.