The door of her abusers opened. Ava's cold face appeared. Wearing a pressed pants suit, her shiny black heels, and her calculating eyes swept the party on her front steps

"Can I help you?" Her eyes finally landed on Emily, and they narrowed, her bright red lips pressed into a tight thin line.

"Has my step daughter finally gotten herself into trouble with the law?" Her voice was crisp and cold.

The male officer handed Ava the warrant without a word. Ava's eyes narrowed even more and if possible pressed even tighter and she read the paper. By the end of the paper however her mouth dropped.

"This can't be legal!" She hissed.

"It is." Said another males voice from behind.

Every head turned to see Mr. Isaac striding towards them, he had parked their car behind Me. Lee's. Newt and Sonya were behind him with matching smirks. Emily's knees buckled, Minho had his arm around her back.

Now there were two cops and two grown male adults all standing around her, ready to fight beside her. Her eyes welled with tears. Newt and Sonya joined the group.

"Sam? What is this?" Ava snapped, her eyes snapped to Sam Isaac. And then to Mr. Lee, who looked more intimidating than his son, then back to Mr. Isaac when he spoke calmly.

"It's exactly what the paper says. We are here to gather Emily's things and remove her from a possible toxic and harmful environment until proven one way or another."

Ava sputtered.

"Now if you would step aside Ma'am."

Ava had no choice but to move. Teresa was standing a bit further back her eyes wide and mouth open. She watched as the cops came into the house with Emily.

"Minho? What the hell is going on?" She gasped.

Minho ignored her, his hand still on Emily's back. Mrm Lee stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes at Teresa. She kept his gaze, but Emily could see the nervousness in her cold blue eyes.

"Where is you room?" He asked.

The cops stood to the side, with Mr. Lee and Mr Isaac. Ava stood rooted to the spot, her jaw clamped shut, she had her suitcase and brief case beside it, her pass port on top.

"Are you leaving somewhere?" A cop asked, pointing.

"I have business in Washington for work."

"As long as you don't leave the country."

Emily lead her friends down the hall away from the adults, and up the small stare case. She pushed her Attic room open and stopped dead with a cry.

Her room had been torn apart. All her clothes pulled out and thrown everywhere. Her books pulled off the shelf, most of them ripped apart.

Emily could only stand there, her mouth open. She heard hurried footsteps running down the stairs.

"What....what happened?" She sputtered.

"Seriously? This how you act when you don't get your shucken way?" Minho had growled from beside her.

There was just a sniff.

"Well glad I broke up with you. Shuck your jacked!"

Emily turned her head enough to see a flash of black hair storming down the stairs. There was more voices in the staircase and footsteps.

"What's going on?"

The cops had shown up. They took a look around the room and then one officer pulled out a camera.

"You didn't touch anything?"

Emily could only shake her head. She still hadn't said anything, too shocked to be able to.

"Has this been done before?" The officer asked.

"Once." Emily whispered. "I...I got the lead part in the Christmas concert play. We were 13."

The officers took notes and some pictures. And then left. Emily slowly like in a nightmare stepped into her ruined room. Books and clothes could be replaced. What really hurt was the pictures that were ruined.

She sunk to the ground picking up a ripped picture of her and her father standing knee deep in the ocean. A sob caught in her throat. She didn't have any other replacement pictures. Sonya knelt down beside her. Her big brown eyes full of anger and sadness. She pulled Emily into a hug.

"Maybe Jorge has some. We can figure it out." She whispered.

Emily just sat, her friends arms around her. She knew Teresa would be awful. She knew if she got too close to Minho she would lash out. And she went for the one thing that would break her. She went to her father. Emily sat, her eyes wide and unblinking. She felt so lost. Maybe this was a horrible idea.

Sonya held her tight while Newt, Minho and Alby helped pack up clothes into whatever they could find. Unfortunately most of her books had been ruined. Sonya pulled her father's blanket off her bed and wrapped it around Emily's shoulders. The girls slowly began to gather her ruined and ripped pictures. Her room was packed up in about half an hour. She really didn't have much. Not after her bookshelf was distroyed. She never had birthdays, so no presents or anything sentimental. The few things she had from her father were packed. Christmas was the same. One maybe two small presents..a random book or notebook ..nothing of emotional value.

The guys helped carry the stuff down, Sonya guided Emily down the stairs her arm over her shoulders.

"Any more?" Mr. Lee asked.

"One more box of the books we could salvage. And a small bag." Minho growled. As Mr. Isaac took the box from Minho.

Minho and Mr. Lee turned back to grab the last of Emily's stuff. Her life all fit into the back of Minho's truck. They left her furniture and mattress. But everything she owned fit into a few suitcases and a box and duffle bag. Minho and Mr. Lee came back with the last, which they put into the passenger seat.

The cops went to talk to Mr. Lee and Isaac once more. The guys came over to Emily and Sonya. Alby gave her shoulders a squeeze. And pulled her into a hug.

"You're finally safe, Squirt." He pulled away and held her at arms length. "Heal that side, and we'll meet at the gym. I gotta get back to campus. Keep me updated. Looks like you finally have people who care for you."

Emily just nodded. Alby pulled her back for another hug. He pulled away, nodded at the others and then he headed back to his car. Emily sunk to the curb. Sonya on one side, Minho on the other and Newt crouched down in front. They all gave her looks of concern.

They didn't say anything. But she was glad for their support. Emily lay her head on Sonya's shoulder. Waiting for the cops and the dads to be done. The finally finished and came over to the teenagers.

"Miss. Fitz, if you need anything call us. Your step Mother as if right now is not aloud to contact you. If she does, let us know right away. We will do our best to speed this up."  The female cop said.

Emily got up, "thank you. Thank you for everything."

The cops nodded and left.

"Alright, Sonya, will you drive Emily back to the Lee's? I will follow, I need to sit down with Ki Hong, and Kim." Mr. Isaac said. He was calm, but had a commanding, Newt got his father's ability to have others settle and listen.

Everyone nodded. Newt went with Minho, while Sonya ushed Emily into Jorge's car.

~•~

Emily sat in the Lee's extra room, cross legged on the floor, Sonya, Newt and Minho sat with her and a few rolls of clear tape around them. They had spent the last half an hour trying to tape her pictures back together. Mama Lee had brought them pizza. She pulled Emily to her feet and pulled her into a hug. She place a gentle hand on Emily's bruised ribs.

"I'm glad you are out."

"As soon as Jorge is released, I'll be out of your hair."

"No, no. It will be nice having a daughter around. Too much masculinity, all this talk of football." She waved a hand.

"I don't know if I'll be much better, I kick box. Never had a nak for the girly..."

"But you bring a gentle calm. There is no rush. I've already spoken to Jorge."

"Wait...you have?" Emily asked, her forehead furrowing.

She hummed. "This morning, while you took Thunder Cat, there on a run."

Emily snorted, she forgot she was going to call him that. Minho groaned and rolled his eyes. Sonya perked up.

"Thank you, Mrs-"

"It's Mama Lee."

"Thank you, Mama Lee." Emily had a small smile.

She left leaving the pizza. The four of them spent another chunk of time putting her pictures together. Eventually Mr. Isaac finished his meeting or talk with the Lee's and Sonya and Newt left.

"See ya tomorrow." Sonya hugged her and winked.

Emily just stood in the hall, facing the door. Not really knowing what to do. She felt lost. She finally slowly turned around and walked back down the hall.

"Emily, will you come here for a moment." Mr. Lee asked.

She picked her head up and looked around. Minho was sitting at the table with his father. Mama Lee was in the kitchen puttering with something. Emily instantly felt panicked, it must have shown in her eyes. Minho jumped up and came over.

"You're not in trouble. He's gonna scold me. Not you." He said quietly. His eyes were gentle and kind, Emily felt her muscles loosen slightly.

"Why? You did nothing wrong." She frowned.

"Because he was a dumb teenage boy." Mr. Lee said.

Minho sighed, he gently tugged Emily to the table. She sat pitched at the edge of the chair.

"Just so I understand everything, I got most of it already, but just so I have it correct." He started.

"Ki. Be kind." Mama Lee scolded.

"Yes Darling. Ava Paige is your step Mother?"

"Yes."

"Teresa is your step sister."

"Yes. No relation to them, other than through marriage."

Mr Lee raised an eye brown, and he looked exactly like Minho, when he did it.

"Her father married Ava." Minho answered.

"No other family?" Mr Lee asked.

"None. My mother died when I was only one."

"Drunk driver hit her car." Minho added.

"New to the area, clearly."

"Yes. Ava got a job at WICKED, she moved us closer, meaning new school." Emily answered.

"And how long did it take for you to attach to Ava Paige's daughter?" Mr Lee's dark eyes flicked to his son. Minho looked away. Emily could see the shame and guilt on his face.

"First day of school." He mumbled.

"First day." Mr Lee repeated, disappointment in his voice.

"Sir...please don't be mad at him. Teresa is a snake, a master at lies and manipulation. He's not the first to fall for her lies."

Mr. Lee turned his eyes back to her. Emily swallowed the panic. She took a shaky breath, twisting the hoodie sleeve in the hands she went on.

"He was nothing but kind. He made Ben back off, he bought me replacement supplies after mine were ruined in a bike accident -"

"We know, honey." Mama Lee said from the kitchen. Emily turned, her eyes wide in surprise. She just gave her a gine that held the gentle mischief behind it. "Minho called us almost the moment it happened, asking if we could do something."

"Then...then...you know he has been kind to me. One of the few in my life." She said turning to Mr. Lee. "Don't be mad that a master manipulator...abuse...abuser-" she whispered the word, she has never put a title to it, but it was true. It made her heart beat hard against her ribs, she closed her eyes for a second.

"Teresa is a manipulator. She gets what she wants, or she destroys it if she can't."

"I broke up with her as soon as I found out!" Minho added.

Mr. Lee narrowed his eyes for a brief second.

"Ki, enough. There is enough damage done by that Paige family. No more talk of it. What's done is done. What's important is that Emily is out of that house, you will stay here until Jorge is healthy. Mr Isaac and one of the officers from today will go and inform the school of the situation."

"I didn't know he felt with family matters, I thought he was just coorpret law...?"

"You, dear are a special case. His children call you a dear friend, and Ava is a high up executor in the company. He has a special interest on two sides."

"Oh." Emily squeaked and shrunk looking down, lowering her eyes.

"Now it's late, Minho, Emily, did you eat?"

"Yeah." Minho answered.

"Yes, thank you."

"Good. Now, your free to go, Ki is done with his interrogation. Now Emily. Tomorrow I will get you a key for the house. You are free to come and go as you please, just inform us where you are and when you'll be home. School nights, please keep it to midnight, if you must-"

"Oh, that won't be necessary. I'll be here or school, the hospital with Jorge, and once these ribs heal, the gym. I don't do late nights."

"Still. Fridge is open always. Our house is your house. I always have a grocery list, on the fridge, write what you need, shipping is done in Thursdays. That's about it."

Emily didn't say anything she just got up from her chair and walked over to Mrs. Lee, she awkwardly slid closer, a pleading in her eyes. Mrs. Lee smiled in understanding, opened her arms, and Emily slid into her hug. She finally, sighed in relief. She burried her face into her shoulder, and Mama Lee held her tight, gently rocking her.

"I won't ever replace your mother, but I sure as shuck will do a better job than the poor example you had." She whispered.

"You already have." Emily whispered, her words muffled by her face pressed into Mama Lee's shoulder.

She hugged Emily tight. She didn'tet go until Emily did.

"I hope with each hug, I can mend that broken little girl inside you." She said quietly, cupping Emily's cheek. Emily's eyes filled with tears. Mama Lee smiled and patted her cheek. Emily stepped away. And turned to find the huge form of Mr Lee.

"From what I've seen, you're a good kid. I'm sorry it has taken years to get something done about your situation." He voice was deep and gravelly, but it was genuine.

Emily smiled. Before she over thought it, she wrapped her arms around Mr Lee's huge body. He hesitated for a second and then drapped his arms around her too. Patting her back. She definitely didn't hug his as long. She pulled away.

"Thank you, Mr. Lee, for everything."

"No. If it's Mama Lee, it's going to be Papa Lee."

"Dad that sounds weird." Minho groand.

"Why? Your mother is mama Lee." He protested.

"I dunno, I don't make the rules." He shrugged.

"It'll be Papa Lee to me." Emily smiled.

"What? Seriously? Em, your taking his side?" Minho cried, throwing his hands into the air.

"Yeah. It's Mama and Papa Lee. You can be baby Lee." Emily smirked.

"Shuck no." Minho scrunched his face.

"Then Thunder Cat it is." Emily nodded.

Minho gasped, grabbing his chest. His mouth dropped open. Mama Lee and Papa Lee howeled with laughter behind her and Emily stood with her arms folded and a smirk on her face.