~Skye's POV~
"Jemma!" I screeched hugging her tight.
"Ow!" She yelped. I took a step back.
"Jemma?" I started. I was interrupted by Jemma lifting up her top slightly. I gasped to see her cuts, bruises and scars. Tears of anger and sorrow.
"Oh my god. What the fuck did they do to you?!" I asked my fists clenched.
"I need to talk to you. Leo wouldn't understand. You would. You'd understand." She sighed.
".... I started to call for Fitz, I wasn't thinking, I shouldn't of done that. He asked who I was and who Fitz was. I told him." She explained bursting in to tears. "He started complementing me and touching me in inappropriate places." Her voice got more louder and faster, and her eyes more teary. "He took off my top, my jeans, my bra and my knickers. He took of his." She broke down. I gasped as the tears fell. "I told him to stop. It hurt. I told him to stop. I... I..."
"Jemma. Its ok."
"NO!" She snapped. "IT'S NOT OK! IT'S EVERYTHING BUT OK SKYE! I WISH PEOPLE WOULD STOP TELLING ME IT'S OK! BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW IT'S NOT!" her voice softened. "What if I become pregnant Skye?"
"Jemma." I really didn't know what to say. "Maybe you should tell him." I suggested.
"Thank you Skye. I will." She said giving me a gentle hug.
