Her body sagged, her arms wrapped around his torso and she let out a loud wail filled with sadness and pain that pulled at the strings of his stone-cold heart, his body stiffening at her touch. What was this feeling? A freaking mate bond, without any doubt. Her soft hand clutched to his shirt tightly in a fist and the way she hugged him with all her power made him gulp. He wanted to touch her no doubt but why in the heck did this hug feel something different from his always felt desire? His large hands rubbed her back softly to calm her down. She was slowly and gradually gathering herself back because when she jolted away from him, he understood she must've realized what she was doing.

"Death or broken bones?" She asked herself for the umpteenth time. Emma was standing near the window of his room. She had opened it up with much difficulty and now she needs to get down from here, she was on the second floor and the ground seems so far away. She was sure to get a few of her bones broken if she jumped from here. So she has made up a rope using his bedsheets but it wasn't enough so she took out a few of his branded dress shirts and tied them with the sheets in a manner of elongating the rope, finally when she was sure it was tight enough to carry her weight, she threw it down the window and had secured the one end of it to the foot of the bed. She hasn't screamed for help because she didn't want to be caught. Yes, she didn't want the news of a student staying in her teacher's house getting out and

As soon as Xander reached home all he wanted to do was engulf her in his embrace but something wasn't right. He hurriedly walked into his house and towards his room, unlocking it he was met with an empty room. "Fuck!" He cussed loudly while looking at the bed that had moved from its place, a cloth was tied to its foot which was going out of the window. Running there he gazed out of the window only to cuss one more time when he noticed how short that shitty rope was, he pulled that thing back inside the room from the window and stared at the ruined form of his shirts. Has she lost her mind? Within a few minutes, he was driving towards her house in his car. His eyes landed on his bruised knuckles, he had placed Jack's bruised body back in his car and left him there. Someone would've probably found him there but for now, his basic concern was, Belle. How stupid of her to leave like this and at this fucking time. Her house was far from her, how in the world she would even go there, she

He left the room. Emma could still feel their filthy touch on her skin, it was sickening her, she needed to get their touch off of her body, and without thinking much, she limped to the restroom, locking the door she got rid of her clothes and turned on the shower. Her eyes closed shut in pain when the water washed over the cut on her forehead and lower lip. The rusted blood; now washing away. She vigorously rubbed her arms, and her chest where she felt their touch. She was scrubbing so roughly that her skin became raw and tender but she could care less. Her big fat tears mixed with water as they continued to fall. She was loathing herself, why all of this was happening to her again. Wasn't one trauma enough for a lifetime that she had to face another one? But she was glad, so thankful to God for saving her on time. If not for Mr. Colt, she would've been raped. This man was out of her understanding. At one moment he was all harsh and angry and then sometimes he was so soft and ca

Emma woke up with a sigh but her eyes widened when she noticed the difference in her surroundings, her bed was softer and then it clicked in her. Last night's memories came flowing into her mind like a tsunami and she tensed up for a second. Getting off the bed she limped to the dressing table as she gazed at her swollen bruised face in the mirror. The fingerprints of the slap were gone but the swelling and slight blueness were still there. A thin dried line of blood on her lower lip and her forehead. Her foot was swollen to its fullest. She softly raised her shirt and gazed at the claw marks on her ribs. Luckily the wounds and bruises of this time would fade away and won't leave a permanent mark like that one. With a heavy sigh, she limped to the restroom and went through her morning routine. She was sure that it was a guest room because every essential thing was present in the restroom and they were new, packed, and untouched. Emma slowly unlocked the door and went to sit back on