<div style="text-align: justify;">Emma was relieved to hear Len tell her to go ahead. She was starting to feel anxious and nervous, and writing would probably ease her mind a little. "I just don't want to upset you", she explained before dinsentangling herself from his arms. When he mentioned her inner voice, Emma nodded. "I know you would. But I think I need to learn how to do it on my own", she replied very quietly.<br/><br/>Once Emma had finished speaking, she sat on her desk with both the journal and the sketchbook she had pulled carefully from under the mattress. Leaving the sketchbook aside, she opened the journal. Before she could start writing, Emma noticed there was a different handwriting on her journal, and read it carefully.<br/><br/>She looked at Len and sighed, not really knowing what to say right now. It seemed that she wasn't the only one who had been damaged by bad parenting. Her mind was still too full, though, and she felt that she needed to clear it before being able to have a conversation.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80"><span style="font-style: italic">Had a terrible fight with Len. I had never had a fight in my life, I was always too scared of standing up for myself. I was so horrible, I fought him physically too, and said bad things. But at the same time... It felt good, I don't know. I had never raised my voice at anyone unless I was alerting them of something. Never in a fight. It was bad, it wasn't the way I was brought up, but... I don't know. It was tiring, and my wrists hurt a lot afterwards, and I was so angry and frustrated, but it was different. I don't like fighting, but... it kind of lifted this weight off my chest. I hope I never really have to fight again. I want a peaceful life to get better.<br/><br/>And then the touches... He touched me in a way I had never really been touched. No man had ever touched my breast, or well... anywhere else. I have to confess I kind of like it, though it's not really right. I barely know Len, but there is something... it's like something pulls us together, and... it's not really right, we shouldn't really do anything... but oh, God. It's hard to explain. We slept together - really slept, we didn't do 'it'. And it felt good, and when he came back from talking to his mother he was so angry, but he calmed down, and it felt really good. It feels like I can do something right, something only I can do. I know it's extremely pretentious, and that there are probably others who can calm him down.<br/><br/>The voice says he will only fuck me and leave, that I'm just a cute piece of ass, basically. I wish it would go take a long walk off a short pier, or something. I know this will be at the back of my mind now... but I want to keep it there, and just... learn how to cope, or something.</span></span><br/><br/>Once she finished scribbling, Emma finally responded to Len's observation, now sketching a bird at random. It made her relax a little when she had the chance to keep herself steady enough to actually draw something. She nodded when he said he had a room next to hers. That was a good thing, they could come to each other if they needed help or support. <br/><br/>"Okay, she replied, nodding again". "You can come here whenever you want to talk to me as well, or just... be with me. Deal?", she offered, feeling that they could, perhaps, help each other out.</div>