Due to her computer being opposite her bed at the other end of her room, she saw the notification pop up when Dean messaged her back. Crawling off her bed, she opened it and read it, glad to have him coming to her rescue once again. Except this time, it wasn't from school bullies. She didn't respond just incase he wouldn't get the message, but instead went to her bed and sat on it. She found that her pillow just didn't give her the same calming effect that Dean's jacket did.

She glanced over at her mirror that was mounted on the door of her wardrobe and saw her face was beginning to show the signs of a black eye. Sighing sadly, she let herself get lost in her thoughts which was only halted when Dean's familiar rap on the window breaking her out of her thoughts. Looking up, she saw him, clambering off her bed she opened the window and stepped back to let him inside. 

Her eyes puffy from tears and the black eye coming out, she perched on the end of her bed looking down at her lap, partly scared of him seeing her in such a state. This was the side of her that she never wanted him to see. She didn't know what to say to him or how he would react to everything that he had witnessed, she didn't know if he would ask questions about why she never said anything before or if her father had even done this before to her. 

She could hear her mother verballing tearing into her father for hitting her once again and that he needed to sort his anger out. She didn't want to get involved or be anywhere near her father in this moment but hearing her mother defend her and not take his shit was of some relief to her. She admired how her mother could stand up to him and not be a victim like she was.