"Irina?" Scott calls out from the back of the house as I open the front door. Unable to speak, I just drag myself in the house as the hot tears continue to fall from my eyes.

"Irina?" he calls again, this time sounding closer. Dragging myself through the living room, I hear Scotts footsteps walking closer.

"Iri-," he says stopping once he gets a good look at me. "What happen?"

"I-I saw Jason," I croak as I start to fall suddenly feeling weak. Scott immediately rushes to me and scoops me in his arms as I fall. Not being able to hold my cries any longer, I sob uncontrollably.

"It's okay your safe now," Scott says holding me close to my chest. "Where is he?" he asks still holding me close. I hear the hint of anger in his voice.

"No Scotty please. Please don't do anything. I don't want him to get hurt," I beg.

"I can't promise that," he says honestly. "I don't even know what he did to you."

"He wouldn't let me go, he wouldn't let me leave," I cry.

"How did you get away?"

"A man saved me," I say calming my cry. "He got Jason off of me and I ran."

"It's okay, it's okay. Come on let's get you cleaned up," Scott says bringing me to my feet.

Picking me up bridal style, he holds me close as we walk to my room. Standing me on my feet, he rushes out the room and it doesn't take me long to hear water running in the bathroom.

Scott appears back into the room with anger on his face. I rarely see Scott angry.

"Scotty," my voice cracks.

Scott tries to avoid my eyes. Walking to him, I place my hand on his face and make him look at me. His face starts to soften.

"I'm okay. You and I both know I have been through worse," I say honestly. "I'm home now. So let's just focus on that."

Scott nods his head and takes my hand, walking me to the bathroom. "Just promise me you will be careful Irina," he says touching my hand.

"I will," I tell him.

Scott smiles as he moves my hand from his face, drops it, and walks out of my room. Once Scott leaves my room, it doesn't take me long to hear the front door close.

Not bothering going after him, I start to take off my clothes. Once nude, I walk to the bathroom and smile at the candles around the tub.

Scott knows me better than I give him credit for.

Doing a small stretch, I walk to the tub of water, dip my toe in it and smile at the decent hot temperature. Stepping fully into the tub, I smile at satisfaction.

Easing into the tub, I lay out flat in the long but wide body size tub. Laying back, I close my eyes and lean all the way back making my knees stick out of the water some.

Closing my eyes, I suddenly see flashes of anger, rage, tears, glass shattering, and me crying.

"Stop please!" I cry.

"You don't care about me!" Jason shouts roughly grabbing me by my arms.

"Please stop your hurting me Jason!" I scream.

Bolting upward, I gasp as tears start to uncontrollably fall from my eyes. Shaking violently, I wrap my arms around myself into a hug. Crying even harder, I start to scream within my cries.

Hearing the front door slam open against the wall, running foot steps come closer. Unable to bring myself to move, I continue to cry and shake in fear.

"Irina!" Amelia calls out. "Irina!"

Her footsteps come closer, running towards my direction. "Ir-," she shouts. She stops at the bathroom with wide eyes as she looks at me.

Rushing to me, she grabs a vanilla color towel off of the towel wrack and holds it out wide.

"Amelia," I manage to say still crying.

"Shhh," she soothes me as she wraps the towel around me, helps me out of the tub as some candles fall in the water, and manages to carry me.

Making our way to my room she lays me on my bed. Amelia heads to my closet and starts yanking clothes off of their hangers.

"I'm sorry," I cry as flashbacks after flashbacks play through my head.

"Your a mother fucking liar!" Jason shouts.

"I didn't lie!" I cry. "I have no reason to lie to you!"

"Whatever! You don't care! Your just using me just like everyone else!"

"Shhhh," Amelia soothes me. "It's okay. He can't hurt you. He's not here. I got you."

Registering her words in my head, my sobs start to ease up. "Amelia?"

"You bet your ass," she smiles. "Your going to stay at my house for a bit. My mom and the family left. I already called the school and told them you are sick. I will bring your homework and notes to you everyday. I called Mr. Lee and he gave you time off as well as Rosa. Also, Rosa said and I quote "You better fuck him up or call the cops before I do" and I must say, that woman has some fire to her," Amelia laughs.

"Let me finish gathering your things. You need to get dressed. Thomas is going to come up here at any moment to get your bag."

Understanding her words, I use the towel to dry myself. Amelia tosses me a pair of black boy shorts, a black sports bra, a light green t-shirt, and gray sweatpants.

Quickly getting dressed, Amelia rushes out of the room and returns with my bathing and hygiene items. I watch her put them into the suitcase and attempt to zip it. The suitcase doesn't zip so she puts her knee on it and tries. As that doesn't work she jumps on the suitcase only to fall.

"I'm okay," she jumps up. Slowly reaching over the the suitcase I hold down the part this is giving her problems. She zips it up and smiles in victory.

"Baby?" Thomas calls out.

"Back here," she replies.

As Thomas enters my room his face is constructed in anger and hurt. "Carry her, I can get the bag," Amelia tells him. Thomas nods his head and doing as told he slowly walks to me with his hands up.

"It's me Irina," he says. "I won't hurt you. Okay?"

"Okay," I say passing it as a whisper. He nods his head and scoops me up. Carrying me bridal style, he holds me tight making sure I don't fall.

"Go, I'll follow," Amelia says gathering a few more items. Thomas nods his head and walks out of my room leading me to the front door.

My vision starts to blur as I notice we are now in the hallways as walking to the elevator. "Irina are you still with me?" she asks trying to keep up with Thomas.

"Yes. I am just sleepy," I say groggy.

"Don't worry, you can rest as long as you need to when you get to our house."

Closing my eyes, I focus on just that.

*****

Opening my eyes for what seems to be a while since I have, I open them and feel the soft cushion under me. Looking around, I notice that I'm no longer in my room.

"Rest," Amelia says coming to my side. I realize that I am in her guest room under the soft covers.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"Anything for you. I am anxious to know what happen, but I won't force it out on you. When you are ready to tell me, I will be ready to listen, but for now I want you to sleep."

"Your the best friend anyone could ever want. I love you Amelia," I half smile.

"I love you too Irina."

Feeling Amelia's weight lifting off of the bed, I turn over and bring the covers up to me snuggling against them. Once I close my eyes, it doesn't take long until I see total darkness.