Johnny's P.O.V
Guilt was surging through my body as I was waiting in the waiting room for a doctor. My foot was tapping on the hard floor as I was beginning to grow impatient. God, why did I get so rough with her last night? I sighed and then I heard, "Mr. Depp, she wants to see you." I broke out of my thoughts and followed the nurse to Emma's room. "Is she ok?" I asked. The nurse gave me a look that told me almost everything. "She's fine, but...there's something that she has to tell you." She left me as I walked into her room. She was laying on her side and I heard her crying a bit. I tip toed towards her and she saw me looking at her. Tears were spilling from her eyes and I knew it was something serious. "Johnny, come hold me please!" I rushed to her on the bed and laid behind her in a spooning position. "I'm so sorry, Emmy. I'm really sorry that I hurt you. I promise I'll never drink and have sex again." She wiped her tears off and rolled over to face me. "Johnny, it's not your fault. I promise." She started crying on my shoulder. "If I tell you this, you can't get mad, ok?" I nodded and stroked her hair. "The doctor said that something was rubbing up against the walls inside of me to where the spermicide started to make friction with the condom and it messed up my insides." She started crying again and I was just one huge mess of confusion. "What happened? Was it me?" She shook her head. "No...Trevor...he r-raped me a few nights before we had sex. In a parking lot." My eyes widened at her and she said, "I didn't want to tell you, and I was way too drunk to tell you last night. I'm so sorry, Johnny!" I felt something building inside my stomach that went up to my ears. Emmy cuddled into my chest and she said, "Don't kill him, Johnny please." She put one of my arms around her and cried. "Johnny, I...I don't want to be alone anymore. W-will you stay with me?" I held her in my arms for awhile until I felt her fall breathing slow down a bit and I knew that she was asleep. I kissed her lips gently and stroked her hair ever so gently. What kind of bastard would hurt this poor girl? This poor girl who was practically robbed from her innocence at the age of thirteen by her father. I felt Emmy cuddle me tight and I hugged her small frame. "Johnny...I love you." My heart jumped in my chest and I gently rubbed her back. "I love you too, Emma." I moved her hand to my heart so that she would know I was there. Surely it would be loud enough to feel.
DJ: Hey guys! I have some SEVERE tunnel vision for this story so please forgive me if I'm slacking off on my other stories. Comment and vote if you enjoyed and thanks for reading. :D
