My Girls

chapter 8

*Emma’s POV*
“You don’t have to do this. I’m sorry.” I said trying to reason with him. I moved closer, with my hands up, proving I'm not fighting.
“Too late.” He said and lunged at me, I gasped and tripped on my bed, he mounted me and began hitting me. He then put his hand up my skirt and started groping me. He started kissing my neck while gripping my wrists hard enough to leave marks.
“Stop.” He Forced himself between my legs, then inside me. I screeched in pain. Then I became unconscious.

*Griffin’s POV*
I heard Emma scream and ran in. NCIS was already on their way. I ran up the stairs. And tried to open her bedroom door, only to realize that it was locked. I busted in, to see Emma unconscious and Penn on top of her. I grabbed him and didn’t stop hitting him, until NCIS got there, which was only a couple minutes later. Penn was unconscious, so I tried to wake Emma up.

“Em, Emma, Emma wake up.” I said carefully, shaking her.
“What happened?” Gibbs asked.
“He raped her.” I was angry, They took Penn away, and Emma to the hospital. “We need your statement.” DiNozzo said, I nodded.

*Emma’s POV*
When I came to, I was in a hospital. I remember what happened and started feeling sore, and in excruciating pain. Yet again, everybody was there. I knew there was no lying my way out of this. But I tried anyway.

“What happened?” I looked around, searching for an answer.
“You were attacked, again. Do you remember?” dad said. Everyone seemed so down, and upset. Did I do something wrong? I didn’t know what to do. My heart was racing, I knew they could hear it.
“I-I want to t-talk to Griffin.” They all nodded, and left. I was less nervous, knowing that I could trust him and only him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.
  “Yeah, I'm fine....Are you mad?" I said, getting scared. I never seen him this mad. he could tell by my eyes that I was scared.
"A little, fine..... a lot."
“Is it something I did?”
“No, no, I would never be angry with you, not when it comes to this. But, why didn’t you tell me the truth that night?” he asked, sitting in the chair.
“I couldn’t, he said if I did, he’d hurt Isabelle the same way he hurt me. I couldn't let him do that. I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t let her get hurt.”
“Well, they have some questions for you, do you want me to stay with you?”
“Can you get the questions, and ask them. I don’t want to look at any of them.”  he nodded, got up and kissed my forehead and left.