Okay, so I came up with inspiration for this story over the weekend, and it would leave, so I wrote it :) I was a little worried about posting it (and you may have seen I posted it then took it off...) I rated it M, just to be safe, because it does have sexual abuse in it, but there is nothing graphic. If you don't like, don't read.

So like I said, I'm a little worried to be posting this and I would really like to hear what you guys all think about it.

I do not own Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss let her dark hair fall over her face as she stared at the test in front of her. Each word melted into the next, until it was impossible to make out anything it said. She closed her eyes and opened them again, trying to refocus. Right now she was running on two hours of sleep, and none of the hour awake had been spent on studying. Eventually she just circled A, B, C, and D in a random order hoping that maybe she wouldn't get another F. But what was the use? It was her junior year and she already had an F in one class, D's in three classes, and C's in the rest. All except English that is. She had a B+ in that class. Her mother had never bothered enough to look at her grades, but if she had she would have she would have seen Emily for what she truly was. A failure. To her mother English classes were useless; a waste of time. If she had her dream school all time would be spent teaching math and politics.

She took one last glance at her test, and shook her head. This was going to bump her C in Algebra 2 down to at least a D, if not lower, but really what did she care? She stood up and walked to the front of the room to turn it in. As she set it down on her teacher's desk she received a knowing look. It was one mixed of both disappointment and wonder. No one could ever quite figure out how the daughter of a diplomat had turned out to be such a failure, but Emily knew the answer to that. Years of practice. Her life had been a failure since it started and got worse with each passing year. When she got back to her seat she sat down and rested her head on her desk. She closed her eyes, but then they shot right back open. In that moment she remembered why sleeping hadn't been much of an option.

When the bell rang Emily leapt up from her seat and got out of the classroom as fast as she could. She hated the looks she always received. The one's people gave her to let her know they were better. That they were more worthy of living, but really that had never been much of a question.

After passing through the crowded halls she finally made it to her English room. This was the only hour of the day she ever found solace. She was the first person there and sat down in her seat. Ms. Young looked up from her desk where she was reading papers.

"Hello Emily." She smiled. "How was your weekend?"

"It was okay." Emily responded. What was the use in actually telling the truth? There was none. The truth held no weight in real life; her parents had shown her that.

Emily looked down at her desk and closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Come on Emily, she told herself, but the day had just heard footsteps as another student entered the room and she opened her eyes. There was no need to give people another excuse to call her a freak, they managed to do fine without her help.

"Hi Emily," A soft voice said.

Emily looked up from her desk and saw JJ pass by her on her way to her own desk. A flutter passed through her heart, but Emily pushed it down.

"Hi," She said quickly.

XXX

The rest of the school day went on like any other. Emily walked to her locker as the final bell rang. She kept her head down as she walked down the hall, but couldn't keep the sick feeling that kept rising in her at bay. She had gotten a call from her housekeeper during lunch. Her father was going to be coming home for a few days. Trying to take deep even breaths was pointless; it didn't change the fear that was deep inside of her. But she would never show it.

The housekeeper Delilah picked Emily up from school a few minutes later.

"You're father should be there by the time we get home." She smiled.

Emily let out a curt nod and pursed her lips together.

"Aren't you excited?" Delilah asked, "You haven't seen him for a few weeks."

"Oh, I'm just thrilled."

Delilah smiled not sensing the sarcasm in Emily's voice.

When they pulled into Emily's driveway she grabbed her backpack and put it on her back and reluctantly went inside. Immediately she walked upstairs and went straight into her bedroom. She pulled out her World History book without the slightest intentions of actually reading it. After she had stared at the page for what felt like only five minutes she heard her door squeak open. Before turning around she knew who it was.

"Hello Father," She said being sure to keep her voice neutral.

"Hello Emily. Why don't you come downstairs? Dinner should be ready soon." He set his large hand on her shoulder and didn't notice when she flinched away.

"I have a lot of homework."

"I think your teachers will understand." He told her. "I don't get to see you very often, and now I would like to spend time with you. So come downstairs." It was no longer a request.

Emily stood up stiffly and followed him downstairs. "Is mother home?"

"She had to fly to Hungry, they had an emergency regarding their stock markets, but I'll be home for at least the next few days."

Emily felt the breath leave her. This was probably the only reason her father had found the time to come home.

They sat across from each other at the dinner table. Mechanically Emily told him about her day, making most of it up. What felt like a lifetime later Delilah came with their dinner. She set two plates down in front of them; the rest of the dishes were already there.

After they finished eating Emily escaped back upstairs. She turned her music on and paced back and forth across her room. Fear had risen up in her chest and was starting to suffocate her. She turned off her light and knowing the inevitable she climbed into bed. If she did anything else it would only make things harder. After she got under her covers she laid there in silence. She stared wide eyes into the darkness. She laid there waiting.

XXX

And just as she knew he would, he came. He opened her door and let in a sliver of light, but then closed it again, closing out any chance of safety.
"I missed you precious," He whispered as he climbed into bed with her.
Emily squeezed her eyes shut and didn't let out a single word.

And when he was done he got up and left, but not before he leaned close to her and whispered into her ear, "Don't forget what I told you."

And she wouldn't. She never had. Her father was powerful, and she knew that what he said were not empty threats. He knew people. People that took care of things.

Silent tears streamed down her cheeks, but she made no noise.

So there it is... Nothing will ever get any worse then the scene right above. I would really LOVE to hear what you think and whether or not to post the next chapter.