"Rafe and Sarah are different human beings." 
                          
"Are they?" Esme questioned causing John B to glare at her. 
                          
"What did she do to you exactly?" Jj asked Esme and Kie who were still fuming with anger.
                          
"She's like a—-like a spitting cobra. First....she blinds you, and then-" 
                          
"This was a bad analogy." Pope commented cutting Kie off.
                          
"Oh really? Hopefully this is a better one. She makes me want to punch her in the throat and shove one of my arrows from my bow and arrow up her ass." Esme snarled making all the boys eyes widen.
                          
"Well then." Jj commented pursing his lips.
                          
"Listen to me! Whatever we get, she's gonna try and take." Kie had tried to reason with the group. Esme nodded in agreement. In the end Esme and Kie had gotten nowhere and they were shoved into the van and started to drive off.
                          
"See, I'm super close to just yelling out im being kidnapped just so I can avoid seeing Sarah Cameron's face." Esme said as she was leaned against Kie. 
                          
"Esme, I'll buy you all the cigarettes you want after this alright? All you gotta do is just behave for tonight. Can you do that?" Esme flinched at the mention of cigarettes and looked down at her stomach which carried the most wounds from the burns. Pope noticed and gripped her hand, Esme sending a grateful smile in return. 
                          
Once the Pouges reached Kildare's Hawks Nest where Sarah was going to be, John B had told the pouges to stay in the van. Esme was more then ok with this because that meant she didn't have to see Sarah. So she flashed John B the peace sign and closed her eyes trying to fall asleep.
                          
Esme was about to pass out when she heard the mention of Sarah's name from Pope. And something about grudges.
                          
"Until Sarah apologizes for what she did, I'll never forgive her." She said, her eyes still closed. 
                          
"Esme, can I just tell them what she did to you?" 
                          
"No!" Esme shot up her eyes now opening. 
                          
"Hold on. You know what happened?" Jj questioned.
                          
"Yeah. But I said I wasn't going to tell. So-" The sound of someone screaming caught Esme's attention so she sat up straight looking around. 
                          
"We all heard that right?" She questioned.
                          
"What the fuck?" Esme asked yet again when the cries for help got louder. The four hopped out the van and ran to the source of the screaming. It was Sarah, crouching over a unconscious John B.
                          
"Ay Dios Mio." Esme yelled as she ran to John B's side.
                          
"Sarah what happened?" Pope demanded running over as well.
                          
"Topper shoved him. Please help." 
                          
"Where is he?" Jj demanded.
                          
"I don't know. Oh, please, please, please get help. I don't care who. Just call someone." Esme watched as Pope walked off and turned back to look at John B. Sarah pressed her lips to his making her eyes widen. 
                          
"Fuck!" She yelled throwing her heels on the floor. She knew John B was lying. She just didn't expect to find out the truth this way. 
                          
"Don't fucking touch me Jj!" She warned as he tried to place a hand on her shoulder. The girl paced back and forth, running a hand through her hair. Esme knew she had to calm down, since John B was way more important at the moment.
                          
Soon enough an ambulance came to take John B away.
                          
                              *******
"Thanks for letting me stay here, amor." Esme muttered as she sat on Popes bed. After John B was taken to the hospital, Pope refused for Esme to go home. So he dragged her to his place, and she sat on his bed with her knees pulled up to her chest. 
                          
"No problem. You're welcome here whenever you want." Pope replied sitting down next to her. 
                          
"You need to let me clean your wounds." He mentioned making Esme flinch.
                          
"I'll do it myself." 
                          
"You'll forget. Let me." Esme sighed before nodding, and Pope running off to his bathroom. He came back with some bandages and rubbing alcohol.
                          
"That's gonna hurt." 
                          
"I know. But it's gonna make you better. Trust me." Esme nodded and laid back lifting her shirt up revealing the wounds on her stomach. Pope winced and sighed before starting to clean them, making the girl groan in pain and grip his arm.
                          
"I'm sorry." Soon Esme's stomach was being wrapped up in bandages and her head was smashed into a pillow.
                          
"Pope?" She mumbled, on the brink of passing out from exhaustion.
                          
"Yeah?" He replied.
                          
"Thank you. For taking care of me when no one else will." 
                          
"Oh, um. It's ok. You know, believe it or not you're one of the most important things in my life. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. I feel like I need to be by you at all times. Cause.......I love you." 
                          
Esme fell asleep as soon as she mumbled her sentence.
                          
Word count:1,854