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Eventually we made it to his car, a big pick-up truck. My favorite.

He walked in front of me, and opened the passenger side door. I was short, and I was contemplating the distance I would have to jump from the ground to the seat, when I felt him grab my hand and put his arm around my waist and help me into the car.

The close touch made my cringe and he must've felt it because when I looked back at him he was staring at the ground.

"Sorry.. sorry.." he was muttering.

"No it's-" I tried to say, but he had already closed the door and was walking around the front of the car. Crap.

The car ride home was quiet. The silence forced me to think about what had happened just a few hours earlier.

"I love you," he said. And I had believed him. I'm so stupid. But I was so caught up in him. In his bright blonde hair and green eyes. And his lies, his lies that I never believed.

"Ohmygosh. I love you too!" I should've noticed the look in eyes. Not just the false happiness but the hint of complete sleaziness.

"Good," he had said. He came forward and pressed his lips against mine. Hard.

It was fine at first, but then he started getting rougher. And he was hurting me.

"Ow! Jason! Ow, OW! Stop it, you're hurting me!" I screeched.

"Oh stop it Emme, you love it," he growled and threw me onto the bed.

I cringed back into the present, into the seat I was sitting in, and screamed.

"Emily?! What the hell?!" I heard Ian's worried voice above my screaming. But I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop the flashbacks and I couldn't stop the screaming.

He swerved to the side of the road and stopped. I stayed curled up in a ball, sobbing on his seat.

"What's wrong, Emily? What happened?!" .. "Stop? Stop what?! Emily, talk to me!"

Stop..? What was he talking about? Then I realized, I was muttering "stop" over and over again.

I could see Ian try to reach out for me and then jerk back, remembering my cringe when he had helped me into the car. The next time I saw him try to reach over, I grabbed his arms and pulled myself onto his lap, and sobbed into chest. Again.

"It's okay, it's okay," he tried convincing me, over and over again. I felt his hand smoothing my hair back.