Mason was furious. He stood up forcefully, looking down at me as I looked up at him shamefully. He walked fast out of the room and I jumped up to follow him. Was he mad at me? I can't stand to lose him. I love him so much. God, I hope he doesn't hate me.

"Mason!" I called out for him, running down the hall trying to catch up, but he was far ahead of me.

He stopped in the living room and so did I. He quickly grabbed my waist and forced me to sit down on the couch. He knelt down in front of me, looking into my eyes, refusing to say a word as he gently lifted up my shirt, revealing the large, nasty bruise on my side from where my... father... had kicked me. He decided to go farther and pull my shirt off, exposing my almost naked body.

He stared quietly, examining every inch of my torso, shoulders, and chest. His eyes widened, as if he had just realized what had been happening this whole time.

There was a noticeable handprint on my left shoulder, it had darkened into a large red welt. Right below it, on both of my arms, were small bruises from where the bastard had grabbed onto me and refused to let go. I remember him spitting words in my face, tears flooding down mine. The small bruises were from where he had placed his fingers, digging his nails into my skin, causing small cuts in my skin.

Mason looked back up to see my eyes on the floor. I was so ashamed. My body was disgraceful. Covered in cuts and bruises. He didn't want me. He never would again. He stood back up, rage filled his eyes and his face flushed red.

"Mason." I softly whispered. Trying to get him to look at me. He wouldn't budge. He turned his back to me so that he was facing the wall. Why won't he just look at me! Am I that revolting? He said he loved me. What changed? He was so angry.

"Mason, please." I quickly stood up, touching his shoulder gently. His whole body spun back to face me. He was pissed.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU!" he yelled and I backed down immediately. He walked towards me and his hands went up in the air.

I winced and cried out "Mason! Please don't hit me." I pleaded. He looked at me in shock. His hands slowly left the air and tried to reach for my hand, but I jerked back. Tears left my eyes and he immediately softened.

"Baby, I would never." he paused for a moment, seeing the tears leave my eyes. He saw the terror that had filled me. Before he spoke again he reached out for my hands, and I let him have them. He held onto them tight as he started again. "I would never hit you. NEVER. I am so sorry I blew up. Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely furious, but not with you. Who did this baby? I can't let this happen to you or your beautiful body again." he reassured me.

I froze. I-I don't think I can do this. If Mason finds out... he will go ballistic. He's going to get hurt. Just the thought of it makes me want to throw up. I thought back to the dream that I had had and decided that I couldn't tell Mason. I just, I have to leave.

"I- Mason, I have to go." I said quietly. A tear slipped down my face but I quickly wiped it away, refusing to let another one slip from my cold eyes. I looked up, I saw the pain glimmer throughout his eyes in a wave. I had hurt him, but it was for the best. If Mason got anywhere near my father the bastard would kill him, and I love Mason too much to see him get hurt. He's better off without me. I turn away, not wanting to see him hurting, and dash out the front door.

"Emberlynn!" he screamed for me as I was already halfway down the street. All I could do was keep running. I know what's waiting for me when I get home, but I can't let Mason follow me. I run as fast as I can, my light brown hair flashing back and forth behind me. I'm almost there, so I brace myself, preparing for the worst, but what I had thought was way better than what happened next.

I slowly walked up to the door when it suddenly opened. My dad's friends were here. Horror flash throughout my body as my skin became pale. I could feel all of the air escape from my lungs and I couldn't get it back, no matter how hard I tried.

"What? Are you just going to stand there? Get your ass in here and join the party sweet cheeks." his words slurred. I could smell the cheap beer on his breath. I couldn't move. I couldn't walk inside. My legs physically would not let me.

I stood there for a moment, but I was pulled in by the man standing at the door. Once I heard the door slam my heart skipped a beat. His hand was still on my wrist, squeezing the flesh as the day-old stitches tore. I winced in pain but the man refused to let go. I struggled, trying to get away, but I couldn't. One of the other men pulled me away and grabbed my waist, pulling me dangerously close to him. His grip was tight, making me cry out in pain, but clearly they saw it as something else.

"Oh? You like that baby? You like when I hurt you? When I do this?" he slammed me against the wall, forcing his lips to mine. I struggled to get away but his grip was getting tighter. The stinging in my back grew as he pushed me harder into the cold wall. His lips tasted of beer, and it was absolutely disgusting.

"Please-" I was cut off by his lips on my neck. I was shocked. I was terrified. I don't know what to do. But I continued, "s-st...stop... please..." I begged him, but his teeth sunk into my neck, causing me to gasp.

Why did this have to happen to me? I should have just killed myself when I had the chance.

The man was still unsatisfied, so he pushed me over the side of the chair. Tears streamed down my face as I begged him to let me go, but that did nothing. I continued to struggle, but it only made things worse when he began to grind himself against me.

"Ah! Stop! P-please. st-sto-op. Ugh." I begged and cried as he continued, his grip on my waist still tight.

My dad quickly pulled the man away and I jumped up, only to be slammed into the ground by the bastard. My head banged hard against the ground as he began to kick at me, punching my face a couple times.

I felt nauseous. The light surrounding me quickly began to fade, but I fought to keep awake. I knew what would happen if I passed out, but despite my efforts, things began to fade faster by the second. Before I was out I heard the door slam open. Then, it was all black.

*Masons Pov*

"Emberlynn!" I screamed, begging her to come back to me, but it was useless. She was already so far. She turned right, down the nearest street from here. I quickly ran into the house, grabbing my keys and my pocket knife before heading out to my car.

I quickly followed the road up until I saw her turn. I turned where she did and tried to find her. I spotted her almost immediately, but she had ran through some sort of back alley. I drove around the corner and turned again onto the next road. I slowed down, rolling the windows down as well.

The houses down here were ragged and broken down. I suddenly got scared for Em. It felt... darker. The people down here didn't seem nice.

I got close to the end of the street when I heard a scream. It was Em. I knew I was right to worry. I slammed on the brakes as I jerked forward in the car. More cries came from the house I was parked in front of and I became terrified for her. What was happening in there?

I jumped out of the car, right as the cries ended. I ran up to the door and charged in. Em was lying on the floor, 3 men were there, one on top of her and the others just watching. As soon as the door hit the wall the men jumped to their feet, all except for the one touching her, who I went to first.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" the first man spat in my face. He had long, uncut, brown hair. It looked unwashed. His shirt was all stained up, and I assumed since he was the first one to speak then he was the one that owned this house. Em's dad. I quickly slammed my fist into his jaw and marched towards the dirty bastard who decided it was a good idea to touch My Em.

I grabbed the bitch by his hair and yanked him off of her, slamming him onto the floor. The other man charged at me, but I stopped him with a quick hit to the gut. These assholes were weak. Em's dad quickly made it back to his feet and stumbled towards me, slamming his fist directly into my gut, knocking all of the air from my lungs. I recovered quickly, pushing him against the wall with my arms around his throat, cutting off the air flow.

As soon as he was passed out I let him go, letting his body fall to the cold hard ground. The other guys had ran out and were on there way elsewhere, but all I could think about was my baby. I needed to get her to the hospital. Make sure she is breathing.

I quickly lay her out across the backseat. I head back to the trunk and grab a blanket that I had kept there. I rushed back around after I slammed the trunk shut and covered Em with the warm blanket.

She was so cold. Her skin was pale, but she was breathing. She had small bruises on her waist. I swear to god I will kill them if they did do what I think they did.

I quickly called the cops and explained what had happened. I told them I was taking her to the hospital because she was unconscious and that her dad was passed out and drunk on the floor.

I sped to the nearest hospital, parking as close as I could get, picking her up bridal style in my arms. I ran to the emergency room and told them what had happened. They took her back immediately as I stayed out in the waiting room. A doctor came out and asked for me. They wanted to know what happened so they could help her in the best possible way as well as understand the situation, so I told them everything.

They let me see her. I sat at her bedside all night. She hasn't woken up yet. I waited there for days, still no sign of her waking up.