Why did I tell Xander? What if I just made it worse instead of better? I glance over at Xander as we drive to school. I think I can really trust him. But there is still that voice in the back of my mind saying trust no one but I keep it back there. I think it's time to try trusting again.

I pull out of my thoughts when we get to school. We hop out of the car, heading towards the building. We enter together going to our usual spot in the morning with our little group.

Tony and Adam are in the middle of bickering over there video game or something? I don't know. I can't really follow all their talk. I roll my eyes as Xander joins in there bickering. Boys.

I glance down the hallway causing me to immediately tense. My brother is down the hall. He's back? My heart rate picks up. He turns his head towards me a smirk playing on his lips with an evil glint in his eyes. I stay frozen on the spot everything around me going quiet.

What is he gonna do?

He turns back to his group, which includes Makenna and her little posse. He doesn't make any motion to come up to me though. I'm confused.

"Emilia? You alright?" Clara saves waving her hand in front of my face with concerned eyes.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," I say putting a small smile on my face. She seems unconvinced put doesn't push it. I internally sighed in relief. I don't want to cause any issues. The bell rings and we head towards our classes. Xander walks beside me but I stop him.

"Can you let me walk alone today?" I say. I don't want to hurt him but I also don't want to get caught by Makenna or my brother. They might have confronted her but that might of made the situation worse. He was talking to her this morning. I bet she spilled everything. I just don't want to push her buttons or my brother's.

He looks slightly hurt by my plea but nods his head anyway walking down the hall. My heart clenches slightly at making him upset. I shake my head walking down the hall to my class.

I walk down the hall making a turn around the corner and bump into someone.

"There you are sis, I've been looking all over for you," he says with fake concern. I slowly look up and my eyes widen.

"A-Anthony?"

"Where's your little...boyfriend? Makenna told me an awful lot about your...whats the word......disobedience," He tuts taking a step towards me.

"H-He's not my boyfriend," I say stepping back pushing against the locker. He steps closer tower over me. I cower slightly and a smirk plays on his lips.

"Dear sis, father and I missed you dearly. We came home yesterday and you weren't there. We were beginning to worry," He says with gritted teeth. He grabs my wrist tightly dragging me down the hall outside. I wince slightly at his death grip.

"W-Where are we going?" I ask trying to keep up with his pace.

"Home," Is all he says. My minds going a mile a minute as scenarios run through my head.

Anger starts to boil in me. I'm tired of this! I pull my wrist out of his grip rubbing it to ease the pain. He abruptly turns around giving me a furious glance.

"Fighting back now eh? ha ha ha! That makes this even more fun!" He says gripping my upper arm dragging me to his car.

"Let me go! Leav-" I feel his hand cover my mouth. I look around the parking lot for any form of life to help me but to my dismay, there is no one. I try getting out of his hold but he wraps his arm around mine holding me and dragging me to the car. He shoves me into the back. I try to go for the door but he shuts it before I can. I try to unlock it but the door won't budge. Child locks.

He hops in the front and turns around giving me a deathly glare.

"You better behave or..." He pulls out his knife playing with it in his hand, taunting me.

"You will regret it," He says turning back around starting the car.

They say be strong but I have no strength. I puny compared to him. I give up, curling into a ball as tears form in my eyes. I can never win. I will never win.

He pulls up into the driveway and steps out of the car. He opens the door waiting for me to come out. I shake my head pushing further into the other door. I hear him grunt with discontent.

"Get. Over. Here. Now!" He yells. I continue to shake my head burying my head in my knees.

"Don't make me come in there," He says seething with anger. I stay in my spot. I hear him sigh.

"Alright," He chuckles evilly. He grips onto my leg pulling suddenly, causing me to tumble on my back as he drags me out. He grabs my arms pulling me to the front door. I stumble a few times, causing me to almost fall from his long strides.

We enter the house and Anthony pushes me to the floor. I try to get up but hear footsteps then see shoes come into my line of vision. I slowly look up and see a furious look on my fathers face. I silently whimper.

"I've heard you been up to a lot of stuff, Emilia," My father says grabbing me by my hair. I grab his hands trying to make him let go. I wince when he grips tighter pulling me up to his face.

"How many times are we gonna have to teach you this lesson Emilia?" He says chuckling darkly.

"I just don't think beating you is good enough anymore," He says glancing up at Anthony with a smirk on his face.

"I agree, father. I think I should call my friend again. He might be able to help us," He taunts. Wait. What friend?

"Cameron? You can come down now," He says laughing at me as I start to squirm in my father's grip. He then slaps me in the face.

"Stay still!" He yells. I hear the footsteps descend the stairs and see the guys from before. Tears brim my eyes.

"Well, we never really got to proper introductions, Emilia. I'm Cameron," He laughs at my widened eyes.

"No, no, NO! Please NO!" He chuckles and starts stalking towards us. I continue struggling but it's no use. My father pushes me towards him and he grabs me by my arms and mouth, muffling my pleaful screams.

I feel him chuckle behind me and tighten his grip.

"This is gonna be fun," Cameron taunts, dragging me up the stairs. I scream and thrash more, trying to escape.

"We will be back tomorrow. Don't let her escape again, got it?" Anthony says sternly.

"Got it Anthony," He says as they laugh exiting the house.

I feel the tears fall down my face. He drags me up the stairs as I thrash trying to get out of his grip. He throws me to the bed and I scramble to the edge of the bed.

"Stay and I might be gentle," Is all he says making me shiver in disgust. Does he think I'm gonna stay put? He exits the room leaving the door wide open.

I make a dash for the window. I unlock it trying to open. It won't budge! I push harder and feel it move slightly. I get it half way open and it gets stuck again. I can't fit through. I push harder with all my strength.

Suddenly I feel him grip my waist throwing me back on the bed.

"Please!" I plead, gripping the sheet scared to death.

"Shut up! You ain't getting away this time," He yells.

He stalks towards the bed. I scramble to the edge but he grabs me by the waist holding me to the bed. He grips my wrists pulling them above my head.

I look at him with pleading eyes.

"You can beg all you want that just turns me on more," He says laughing. I try kicking him but he holds them down with his weight. I thrash my head from side to side and open my mouth to scream but stop when I hear a click sound.

"Your brother let me borrow this," He chuckles holding the knife close to my neck. He leans down and whispers in my ears.

"If you scream, I will put more cuts on your pathetic little body," His says his breath fanning my neck. I move my head away from him the best I can. I'm weak and pathetic.

"Yes, continue your struggling, it makes this even better," He laughs before leaning down to my neck kissing it roughly. A shiver of disgust runs down my spine. I feel him smile against my skin before pulling away.

He looks up at my tears stained face and leans in kissing my lips hard. He bits my lip and I feel a slight sting and taste blood.

I move my head to the side and more tears fall.

"Don't move bitch!" He grunts gripping my face, holding me into place.

He puts his hand on my chest causing me to gasp and his tongue to forcefully enter my mouth. I almost want to throw up at the overwhelming taste of cigarettes. I gag trying to close my mouth and avoid this disgusting nightmare. He pulls away pushing harder against my wrist.

I hear him start unbuckling his belt and I continue to thrash around trying to break free.

A blood-curdling scream escapes my throat as I trash harder just hoping someone would hear me. He grips my neck putting all his weight on my neck, causing little to no oxygen to enter my lungs. I scratch at his hands gasping trying to get some air.

"Pl-Please," I gasp out.

"Shut up!" He says pushing harder on my neck causing dark spots to blur my vision. I try to stay awake put my eyes start getting heavier. This is it?

Suddenly I feel the weight lifted off me. I violently cough struggle to catch my breath. I feel a hand on my shoulder and jolt away from the touch.

"Emilia, Emilia. Hey, It's me. Clara. It's okay. You're safe now," she says rubbing soothing circles on my back. I calm my breathing slightly and I see Xander and Tony. They both have worried but angry faces.

"W-Where's...uh...the guy?" I ask horsely.

They turn there head towards the floor. I look and see his bloodied face on the floor.

"I-Is h-he..?" I trail off.

"No, but he should be," Xander says seething with anger. He looks over at me and his eyes soften. He walks over and sits on the bed next to me.

"Was this the same guy as last time?" He asks holding my gaze. I nod my head sadly. I see Adam walk in.

"Hey, I called the police. They will be here shortly," he says. My eyes widen in panic. No Police.

"Emilia? It'll be alright, okay?" Clara says. I just nod my head not able to speak.