Len wasn't sure when he went back to his room. All he knew was he was outside her door again at almost 4:45am with his backpack after he showered and changed clothes. He wasn't wearing shoes again which helped as he didn't bother knocking this time. He opened the door and eased inside. He needed to talk to Emma.<br/><br/>It was still pretty dark in her room so he couldn't see where he was exactly. His foot stepped on something as he took a step into the room. He barely bit off the curse that he had on his tongue. He stooped, picking up the offending object as he silently cursed some more. Thankfully the noice that was made was almost non-existent. He closed the door silently as he adjusted his backpack on his shoulder.<br/><br/>Staying crouched, he made it to her desk in front of the window without a sound. He looked at the object he stepped on using the abundance of moonlight through the window to see. Surprised to see it was the journal he gave her, he recalled hearing something hit her door just as he left his room yesterday to roam the floor. This must have been it.<br/><br/>He opened it, being further surprised to see she actually wrote in it. He expected to read what she wrote but seeing she'd basically wrote to him left a slow-burning pain in his chest. He got comfortable sitting on the deck leaning against the window frame positioned so he could watch Emma out of the corner of his eye. The light streaming in gave him plenty of light to see.<br/><br/>He pulled out another journal and copied her first entry. Once he was done, he read the copied entry. A lot of it he'd guessed at and been right. The bit about her marriage annoyed him for some reaon. The rest he didn't consider nessasary knowledge but it was still important.<br/><br/>The part about her mother really got him. He suddenly felt really ill. He found himself swaying as the memory hit him. He'd seen what happened to her. He'd been there when she'd been hit. It was one of the few things that haunted him.<br/><br/>In an effort to distract himself, he read her next entry. He felt even worse when he finished. He looked at her sleeping face. How could she feel this way? He now knew what he was dealing with and the way she thought.<br/>His heart broke a little for her as he almost could feel the pain and fear in her words.<br/><br/>He decided to write to her. He wasn't sure what he'd say but he knew he had to say something. He picked up the pen he'd used earlier.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">'Emma, I never knew my biological parents. They vanish from my life the moment I was born. I was told a lot of things regarding them. I didn't know what to believe, but it got to a point where I stopped caring about them. I just got it in my head that they never wanted me or even cared.<br/><br/>The scars on my back? Those are from the nights my sorry excuse for a adopted father got druck and used me as a poor man's whipping boy. He hates me more than he hates his job. If he had a chance and my mother didn't have him by the balls. He'd kill me without a second glance.<br/><br/>Also, about the kiss, that was all on me. I started it so don't blame yourself. If I hate anyone, I hate myself for doing that to you and I was angry at myself when you made it clear you wanted me to stop. You're not an undecent girl by any means, nor would I think you'd kiss a guy just for the of it. If theres something I learned about you, you're a compassionate girl who cares about people. I'm not giving up on you. Too many people have contributed to that ship as it is. I promised to protect you and thats what I intend to do. I won't let you fall through the cracks, I swear.'</span><br/><br/>Finished, he placed his journal in his backpack while leaving hers beside him. He dozed off leaning against the window frame. He was still dozing when she started stirring.