Vee was constantly trying to hold hands with Rixon, but there was something strange about him tonight, like he wasn't really in the moment in time with us, but somewhere further, deeper in the forest.

"Are you sure there's no chance of Patch being here tonight?" I asked with a tiny hint of fear in my voice.

"Yes, Nora," Rixon sighed, "He's too busy with an assignment."

By assignment I naturally had to assume he'd meant Marcie Millar. Even though it had been a good few weeks since I'd seen Patch, I was able to convince myself that I was over him and that he was nothing but a selfish jerk who didn't think about anyone's wellbeing but his own; it still infuriated me that he instantly went from me to Marcie. I didn't mean anything to him when I had literally killed myself for him and he'd brought me back. Didn't I mean anything to him, even just for the smallest amount of time? I guess not.

I wondered if Patch was still my guardian angel. He had seemed to commit to the job, still always showing up and protecting me when I needed him the most. But still, I missed what we had before. I missed being with him, as his girlfriend. I missed having someone call me 'theirs', calling me 'their girlfriend' or 'Angel' as he had taken to calling me when we'd first met. Right now, I didn't know what to think. I actually didn't want to think at all. Part of me wanted to hurt him the way he'd hurt me, so that he could at least understand what he had done by betraying me. That it wasn't okay, not by a long shot. There was so much that we were going to do together and he just all of a sudden decides to bail on me when I tell him I love him? Heads over to gaze into Marcie's window? How could I forgive him for that, for kissing her? Well, not entirely kissing her, but he didn't even try to move away, still counted in my books. Now I was just trying to move on with my life. Maybe even with Scott. He certainly fit the description of a guardian and I apparently had a secret desire for guardian types.

"Grey, over here." I'd heard Scott's voice call from the distance.

"You guys didn't tell me Scott was going to be here." I hissed at Vee and Rixon.

"I wanted to surprise you." Vee defended.

"I'm not dressed to see Scott, though." I had shown up in nothing but old tattered sweats and a baggy t-shirt, nothing complimenting at all.

"You would have worn something special if you knew Scott was going to be here?" She questioned with her eyebrow rising with humor.

"Not precisely, but something nicer would have made me feel a little bit better about myself, I do care about the way I look every now and then." I snapped.

We entered Scott's little fire camp he'd set up with sleeping bags and marsh mellows along with hot dogs, hamburgers and s'mores.

"Quite the set up you've got." I complimented him.

"Thanks." he smiled.

Sitting next to him, I felt my leg bump against his. I immediately drew away, self-conscious about the way his touch affected me. No one had affected me like that but Patch. Was I really starting to move on from him? It looked like my body was.

"What do you want to do tonight?" Scott asked with a hint of humor in his eyes.

"That sounded like an innuendo." I joked.

Even though he knew that I wasn't physically, emotionally or mentally ready for another relationship or anything close to it, we had become comfortable with kind of flirting with one another and making sexual innuendo's. The only person I'd been that comfortable with was Vee, able to talk about anything and everything.

"Maybe, it all depends on what you secretly want." he joked back with an arm around my neck while holding a rod with a hot dog on the end of it in the fire.

Rixon and Vee were already chowing down on their burgers. I had a feeling that I would be getting ditched sometime soon by them so they could have another make out session. Sometimes I envied them, or more specifically, Vee. I wanted that again. I wanted romance, passion, love and kissing back in my life. But not if it was with someone that didn't care for me as I did them.

"Mind if I steal Vee for a while, Nora?" Rixon hinted with a wink.

That was faster than I'd expected. Apparently when I'm thinking about Patch and feeling sorry for myself I lose track of time and most likely look really stupid.

"Sure, go for it." I murmured back.

After they disappeared into the woods, with Vee giggling and whispering things in his ear, it was quiet between Scott and me.

When a few more moments passed, he tossed the hot dog he was roasting into the sand.

I raised my eyebrow at him, "Not in the mood to eat?" I questioned.

"No, more in the mood to play." he smiled.

"Play what?" I smiled back, nudging him in the shoulder gently.

"With you." he responded.

"Ooh, that sounds tempting." I laughed.

But when I looked at him, waiting for his smile, he just sat there with a small smirk on his face. I expected him to laugh with me, to joke around, but he was suddenly serious.

"Scott?" I allowed my humor to dim, looking at him seriously in return.

"I'm not joking, Nora." he whispered.

"What do you mean?" I started to move away by a couple inches, but since he was Nephilim, he noticed and moved in the same direction until he was plastered against me. If I moved anymore I was going to fall off the log.

"Scott, you're scaring me." I said with a serious face.

"That's the idea." he just kept watching me, like he was waiting for something. I didn't understand.

Was Patch right about him? Was Scott going to do something that I would regret ever allowing him in to my life?

No, of course not, this had to be a weird joke of his; I'd known Scott since we were children and he'd always helped me out when I needed it, as I did for him. We were friends.

And yet, the more I looked at him, the more I believed what Patch had said about him. Something was off, different, scary, and almost primal. He had taken on the appearance of an animal that was hunting prey.

"I want to go home; I'm not feeling too well." I'd blurted out.

"I'd offer to drive you home, but the second we close the doors, I'll lock them." he still had the disturbing smirk.

"I'm not kidding, Scott, I want to go home."

"Well that's just too damn bad isn't it? We don't always get what we want, Nora." he stated.

After the words left his mouth, he jumped on me. He did it so quickly, I almost didn't understand what happened, and it was only my head banging into the cold sand that told me what had happened.

"Now here's what's going to happen," he smiled while pinning me down with his legs and arms that weighed more than all of me. "You aren't going to make a sound, unless I say it is okay. Second, you'll do everything I tell you, got it?"

I shook my head furiously. What was going on? How had I been so wrong about him? About both guys I'd been attracted to? Should I call for Patch? No, he wouldn't come; I needed to call for Vee or Rixon.

"Vee!" I screeched, but not a second after I screamed, his mouth clamped over mine, silencing me. I felt the tears starting to come. They spilled over on to his hand.

"What did I say?" he snarled.

All I could do was shake my head, thinking that this had to be a bad dream.

"We could have done this the easy way, but you just lost the privilege." he said as he grabbed something above my head. When his hand returned, I saw it was duct tape.

What was he planning? He couldn't possible rape me, could he? He wasn't that kind of guy. This wasn't right.

"Scott, please—" his harsh slap left me quivering in fear.

Who was this guy? This wasn't Scott, he'd become something evil.

"I said you don't talk unless I tell you to, didn't you get that?"

"But—" another slap left me dumbfounded.

After the second slap, I gave up trying to reason with him. He wasn't human anymore, not emotionally. But he still understood pain.

I tried to bash my knee into his groin, but he inched away just as I could have nailed him and started to pull the duct tape free and start to secure it around my face.

"Scott, please—" he covered my mouth before I could finish.

How could I have misjudged him so severely? Patch was right. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, he was right.

I didn't even want to look at Scott as he started to slip his shirt off.

"You have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy this." he smiled.

I made something of a whimper, but it didn't do much good.

He was suddenly thrown away. I didn't understand what happened.

I sat up, looking around and tore the tape away from my mouth.

"Still think he's a good guy, Angel?" Patch said as he walked into the light of the fire.

"Patch…" I had no idea what to say to him. He just saved me, again.

He walked over and pulled me up by my elbows, stuffing his hand into my pocket, "Get into my jeep and drive, do you understand me?" he said grimly.

I wanted to nod, but all I could do was glance over at Scott, until I realized he was gone.

"Where is he?" I asked.

Patch only had a second to react as he glanced behind me and threw me over to the side as he took the blow of a thick tree branch from Scott.

"Patch!" I leapt up from the ground and ran over, catching him as he fell.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I looked at him. But he didn't respond, didn't even blink. "Patch?" I felt my lip starting to quiver.

"Won't do any good," Scott said as he walked over and grabbed a fistful of my hair, "I hit his scars, he's paralyzed for the next couple hours." I started to kick and scream as he dragged me away from Patch's limp form.

"Let me go!" I grabbed at his fists, trying to make him let go, but it was futile. Seeing Patch lying there tore me apart, knowing that it was my fault he was even here.

"Patch, wake up!" I screamed so loud it hurt my throat.

Throwing me to the side, Scott brought out the tape again, but I continued to try to wiggle my way free.

"If you don't stop squirming, I'll paralyze him even more." Scott threatened pointing to Patch.

His words stopped me cold and I let him do as he pleased. Winding the tape around my mouth for the second time and bringing my fists forward to tie them as well, my tears started to roll down my cheeks, making the tape that much more uncomfortable.

I wanted so badly to speak, to beg him to let me go just so I could help Patch and make sure he would be okay.

"I couldn't have planned this better, but Patch showing up tops it, I was simply going to take you while Rixon was busy with Vee, but having your boyfriend being forced to watch is just too perfect." he purred into my ear. Dragging out a small pocket knife, he let it gleam in front of me by the flames of the fire.

Please, no

"Such a pretty shirt, such a nice color for you," he said as he brought the pocket knife to the bottom of my shirt and started to apply the pressure as he tore it in an upward motion.

I prayed for Patch to wake up. But accepting the facts, I knew he wouldn't. Not only would I have to live with this haunting memory, so would he.

I closed my eyes, trying to imagine I was somewhere else, anywhere else.

"Don't you dare close your eyes again," he threatened holding the knife to my cheek, pressing down, making me feel the blood spill over, "Or I'll kill you afterwards."

I opened my eyes to his demands and saw him smile. At least he was allowing me to live.

Turning my head towards Patch again, I couldn't help but cry for the second time. He was innocent in all this; why was he being punished?

I felt the familiar feeling of his slap against my mouth, tasted the metallic blood.

"You don't look at anyone but me, understand?" he growled.

I nodded once, just wanting it to be over so I could leave.

"Awe, don't be sad, sweetheart, try to see the positive side, at least you'll know what a real man is like." he smiled as his hands went to unclasp my black satin bra, the one I'd bought for Patch, hoping he would be my first. My breasts swung into his hands and I cried even harder as he roughly grabbed them, cupping them in a hurtful way that wasn't anything like I wanted my first time to be.

"You really are a beautiful creature." he murmured as he bent down to nuzzle my neck and kiss below my ear.

And you're a disgusting one I thought to myself, but secretly wished he could hear me.

Feeling his fingers on my breasts brought a whole new wave of nausea to my stomach, until he started to move his hands down to my sweats and immediately shoved them down until I was in nothing but my panties.

Shaking my head again, I started to feel convulsions coursing through my body, making Scott look like he was possessed as he peered down at me.

"Do you want this to hurt or not?" he questioned with a raise of his brow.

I stopped shaking my head and stared at him, trying to figure out if it was rhetorical or not.

His patience told me that it wasn't rhetorical and I shook my head, telling him no.

"Then stop shaking your damn head. You're wearing my patience thin, and if I run out of patience," he said as he used the tip of the blade to slide my bra strap down even more, "Than I'll most likely acquire a… sadistic view, and you wouldn't want that, would you?" he asked locking eyes with me.

I waited, not sure what to do.

"Good girl, you're starting to learn."

Reaching down, I felt with a cold shiver that he had started to push my panties past my knees, completely exposing me to him. I could hear my breath becoming ragged and unsteady.

"So beautiful." he whispered as he leaned down to press a kiss to my inner thigh. The action made me buckle in fear. I felt his breath against where he'd left the sloppy wet kiss and he moved slightly up to kiss my folds. I screamed under the tape, trying to kick at him, to turn over and run away.

My actions brought his face back up to mine, "This is your last warning, Nora, if you do anything again, I'll break something." he told me with a terrifying look in his eye.

I tried to hold still, even though I was convulsing like I was having a seizure. He bent down again first to lay a light kiss on top of my breast, over my heart and then continued to move lower until he was between my legs again. His lips weren't gentle as he roughly kissed my exposed skin, biting and nibbling, trying to turn me on, but I couldn't get over the fact that Patch was watching us with a blank look on his face. I felt horrible.

Scott's hands gripped my hips as he became rougher, his tongue flicking out against my clit, causing me to buck against him involuntarily.

His head rose with a smile, "That's more like it." he said loud enough for me to hear.

My cries became shudders as I watched him relieve himself of his jeans and briefs, exposing his member. The sight of it terrified me, causing me to imagine the terrible pain he would soon bring.

Leaning between me again, he placed his hand between my thighs, pinching and pulling.

"So wet for me, aren't you Angel?" he purred.

I completely forgot that he ordered me to not move until he'd given me permission, but hearing him call me the nickname Patch gave me infuriated me and I started to shake my head, crying out under the pressure of the tape, my legs bucking up against his chest.

"That's it." he turned me around on to my stomach and lifted my hips into the air, fitting himself to my shape and sliding his hands down to grip mine as he pushed into my behind. My scream filled the air even with the tape over my lips. He brought my hands together to hold them with one, while his other hand went to the back of my neck as he pulled out and pushed back in. The stretch of my mouth made the tape come off and I released a piercing scream, but he didn't try to put the tape back. I heard him moaning quietly as he continued to thrust into me.

"Please, Scott, stop," I begged, my voice quivering.

"I can't stop now, love, your ass is so tight." he said as his thrusts became harsher, causing a slapping sound. His hand that was gripping my neck went to my left breast, squeezing, pinching and pulling, causing that much more pain.

"Patch!" I screamed.

"Wrong name." Scott murmured in my ear as he bit down and I could feel the blood drip. His next action was so painful; I couldn't process it when it first happened. I felt the hand holding mine bend them in a way that wasn't natural. There was no denying the snap I could hear and feel.

My cries echoed around me. Where was Vee and Rixon? Why weren't they here? Why couldn't they hear me?

"She sounds sexy even when she screams." called a familiar voice.

"Rixon?" I cried out, confused as he emerged from the shadows with a video camera, the red light indicating it was filming.

"What are you doing?" I yelled.

"Making some serious dough, honey." he replied with a smirk.

"Please help me." I begged.

He shook his head, continuing to film.

"Come here," Scott ordered as he'd noticed that I was starting to claw away with my elbows in the sand, but I'd only gotten a few inches away. He pulled me back to him, turning me over to my back so I was forced to look into his eyes.

One hand was gripping my neck, tight enough that my hearing dimmed and my vision blurred, but not tight enough to make me lose consciousness, like I wanted. His other hand was between my legs again, but he wasn't touching me, he was pumping himself.

"Tell me how wet you are for me." he said.

"No."

Lifting my legs up to his shoulders, he pushed through my behind again, causing me to cry out in pain.

"Say it." he ordered as he pulled out again.

"I'll never say it, you freak!" I yelled back.

"Bad idea." he said coldly as he pushed through again, pulled out, and pushed through, repeating the action numerous times. I couldn't even describe the pain; I was seeing stars as his grip tightened on my neck.

I didn't have a choice.

"I'm wet for you, Scott." I tried to choke out.

He pulled out again and held still, "What was that?"

"I said…"

"Yes?"

"I'm wet for you."

"Who are you wet for?"

"You." I said again.

Shaking his head, he entered me again, making me cry out, "Say my name, damn it."

"Scott! I'm wet for you, Scott."

"Much better," he smiled, "Now it's time for the real fun." he looked up and winked at the camera.

My tears blurred my vision so much I didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Ready, Angel?" he asked.

"Don't call me that!" I screamed at him, but his slap silenced me.

"You just never learn, do you?"

He leaned down and sealed his lips to mine as he pushed through my folds for the first time, making me gasp and scream.

"No, please stop!"

"Not a chance, Angel, you feel so good." he murmured as he kissed me again, holding my hair and neck so I couldn't budge.

He made my hips rock with him, I could feel my breasts bouncing with his movements. I wanted so badly to hurt him, but I couldn't risk anything with Patch here, already hurt.

"Damn, you're tight," Scott started to lean up, stretching at arm's length continuing to thrust. "Wrap your legs around me." he ordered.

I shook my head.

I felt another slap.

"Do it!"

"No!"

"Rixon, get over there and make her change her mind,"

I watched with horror as Rixon walked over to Patch and started to kick him with full force, causing Patch's limp body to move toward us.

"Alright!" I yelled, "I'll do it."

"Good Angel," Scott whispered.

With disgust, I wrapped my legs around his hips, causing him to deepen his penetration.

"Please, stop, Scott," I begged again, "It hurts." I tried possibly confiding to his conscience.

"Oh I'm sorry, baby," he pulled out and had a smirk as he looked down at his own member.

"You really were a virgin, weren't you?" he said as he started to push in again.

"Please, no more, Scott, it hurts so much." I said sweetly.

"Sweetheart, I can't stop, I love you, you need to know, to feel how much I love you," he said as his member inched closer, "I'll be nice, I promise, but you need to let me be inside you, I need to feel you around me."

"No." I mumbled.

He leaned down, "Angel, I want to make you feel good, but you need to stop fighting me."

I was terrified of him and hated him at the same moment. I didn't want anyone to say those words to me but Patch.

I locked eyes with him again, and shook my head.

"Fine," he said and thrust through harshly again, "Until you start to be a good girl," he thrust harder, making my body inch up, "Than it's going to hurt."

I started to say something, but he sealed his mouth to mine again, his tongue passing my lips as I heard the slapping of our skin again. He suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"Do I need to try a different way? Is that what you want, sweetheart? Do you want me to love you?" he pulled out and slowly kissed me this time, cupping my face between his hands as he pulled away and only put the head of his erection inside me.

"Is this better?" he asked sweetly.

"No, just please let me go." I sobbed.

"You know the faster I finish, the faster you can get to him." he inclined his head towards Patch.

Thinking my options through, I knew there was only one way I could get out of this with Patch.

"You win." I said.

"What was that?" he said with another smirk.

"Do what you want, I won't fight." I was crying so hard I could barely understand my own words.

"Glad you see it my way." he started to kiss me again and pushed slowly through, but not all the way, he made it look like he genuinely cared about me. He pulled out, pushed through a little, pulled out again, and tried to make me feel like he loved me instead of tormenting me.

Moaning, he released my mouth and put his head in the crook of my shoulder, groaning in my ear, "You feel so good, Angel, so tight, so hot and wet."

Before I could do anything, he sat up and took me with him, making me sit in his lap with both my legs on either side of him as he continued to pump into me. My breasts bounced near his mouth and his tongue flicked out to try and catch one in his mouth.

I knew if I could hear his moaning loud and clear, Patch heard it, he was only a foot away from us.

I tried so hard to not say anything to Scott, to not say that he was the most disgusting thing I had ever laid my eyes on, I needed to protect Patch.

"I want you to ride me." Scott said through moans.

I didn't have much choice but to listen. He leaned back and allowed himself to enjoy the view as he still thrust upward into me and I had to ride him, I didn't know any other way to get out of the situation faster. I rocked my hips against him, allowing my tears and sobs to come out; he didn't say anything about crying.

"Oh, Angel, that's amazing." he groaned out as his hands gripped my hips and forced me to jump on his erection, making it hurt that much more. There was blood all over him, but he just laid there and enjoyed the sight.

"Keep going, sweetheart, I'm almost there." he whispered.

"Wait—" I tried to tell him there was no way I was letting him finish while he was still inside me, but Rixon kicked Patch again, reminding me that if I did anything that disobeyed my orders from Scott, Patch would be punished.

The kick brought Patch right next to us; if my wrists weren't tied and possibly broken I could have touched him, his blank stare looking between Scott and me.

"Almost there, Angel, I'm so close." Scott leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me as he thrust faster and harder, my sobs synching with them and the slaps of our skin.

"Nora… oh, almost… Angel, baby." he moaned loudly.

He let out one final groan of satisfaction and pressed his lips to mine as I felt him release inside me and my body clamp down around him. He continued to thrust as he still came, his tongue slipping into my mouth with another moan.

After a few moments, I thought he would pull back, but instead he pushed me backwards, my back hitting the cold hard sand and he still pumped me.

Why isn't he stopping? I need to get to Patch

He kept slowly entering me for the next couple minutes, until he suddenly pushed harder and faster.

"I'm coming again, Angel." he murmured.

"Scott, no." I tried to protest, but he slapped me again, causing me to freeze whatever action I was going to do next.

The two minutes were a blur, I saw Patch out of the corner of my eyes, still not moving, saw Scott's lips making words but I couldn't hear them. I felt him release inside me again.

"Baby… oh, it feels so good when you tighten like that." he growled loudly, thrusting into me so hard it moved me up a good foot. He was still coming when he got pulled out by how hard he thrust and he released over my stomach and chest.

Sighing with satisfaction, Scott smiled, "Now that's a truly beautiful sight." he leaned down to try to kiss my neck, but I bit his ear.

"You got what you wanted now leave." I ordered through my tears.

"Don't worry, Angel, you'll warm up to me soon." Scott replied while clothing himself.

He looked at me in such an animalistic way that all I could do was curl up to Patch and cry again.

"Let's go, leave her with the angel." Scott called to Rixon.

"Sorry about this, Nora." Rixon whispered to me.

"No you're not! Just go!" I yelled.

Rixon sighed and I listened for their footsteps in the sand to let me know they had left.

I curled up even closer to Patch, sobbing uncontrollably, "I'm so sorry, Patch… so sorry," my cries echoed off the tree's and I heard him grumble out a word, or at least an attempt to say a word. I looked at him with hope. How long did Scott torture me for? He said Patch would be out for a couple hours. I'd arrived with Vee and Rixon at the beach at two and looking up at the sky that was just starting to lighten from the first rays of light; I had to guess it was about four in the morning. Two hours… he raped me for two hours.

I covered my face with my hands and turned away from Patch, unable to look at him.

About an hour later, I'd heard rustling behind me. I knew it was Patch. I felt safe again and that feeling only came from him when he was near.

I pulled my legs to my chest, trying to hide my disgusting, unworthy body from him, but I felt his arms wrap around me with his leather jacket covering me.

I then felt his lips near my ear, whispering "Angel… I'm so sorry… I couldn't protect you…" he sounded like he was about to lose control of whatever emotion he was trying to keep in check.

"Patch…" I whispered, unable to speak anymore from screaming.

"Nora." he sat up and pulled me into his embrace, sitting me in his lap. He tried to turn me around to face him, but I resisted. I couldn't look at him. I didn't deserve to even be seen with him anymore.

"Nora, darling, please look at me." I felt his finger on my chin, trying to urge me to turn around and face him, but I pulled away. I tried to get up and leave, but he suddenly threw me to the sand, managing to be gentle.

"Nora, look at me." he ordered, and my eyes instantly went to him, unfamiliar with the tone in his voice. I'd never heard him so angry.

"Nora, this has to stop, don't you dare punish yourself. This isn't your fault."

"If I had just listened to you, none of this would have—"

He stopped my words when his lips touched mine, his hands cupping my face, his body solid and warm, protecting me like he'd always promised.

"Just go back to Marcie." I whimpered when the kiss ended.

"What?" he ground out.

"You heard me." I whispered.

"Nora," his hand gripped my chin, his black eyes so deep, I was terrified to look in to them. "Don't ever say that again."

"What does it matter to you? I'm nothing but a huge inconvenience."

"Nora, stop it!" he yelled. He actually yelled. I'd only heard him yell at me once before, but at the moment I couldn't bring the time and memory to my mind. He started to shake, his anger rising to the surface. "I'll kill him for doing this to you." he promised.

"It wouldn't matter… the damage is already done."

Suddenly losing his anger, he picked me up and walked to his jeep, placing me in the passenger seat, zipping up the jacket around my naked body.

"What about Vee?" I said quietly.

"I've already taken care of her; the police are on their way; they think she called for help."

"I can't leave her."

"I'm not giving you a choice; you're coming with me to my place, where I can protect you."

"You can't protect me, Patch, not anymore."

Sighing, he leaned his forehead against mine, placing a gentle kiss on my lips, but I could still see the anger inside him; I could feel it in his lips.

Let me prove it to you he sent the words into my thoughts.

I shook my head away from the kiss, but he refused to let me go and pressed his lips to mine again.

Can't you feel how much I care for you, Angel? I need to know you're safe, I need you with me.

I pulled away completely, "I'm not safe anymore, Patch… I…" I couldn't bring the right words to my mouth, I couldn't even think of what to say next. I wanted to go back to his place so badly, but I didn't deserve to be with him, not anymore.

"What is it?" he said sweetly, still keeping the anger in check as he pushed a stray hair behind my ear.

"I can't…"

"Can't, what?" he pulled me close against his chest while I sat in the warm seat. My sobs returned and made my body quiver and shake.

"I can't be with you." I whispered.

"Why not, sweet?" he gently stroked my hair, calming me slightly.

"I'm not… good."

"Good? What do you mean?"

"He was… he was inside me, Patch, I can't be near you… I'm disgusting…"

I was then being pushed away from him into the chair and he shut the door, walking heavily to the driver's side, speeding off in the direction that I assumed was his home. I couldn't speak anymore. I just curled up into a ball and hung my head in shame against the door. Patch didn't say a word the rest of the way there, until he pulled into an unfamiliar deserted area. My vision was so blurred I just simply closed my eyes and let him open my door, pick me up and carry me inside. It wasn't until I saw light through my eyelids that I opened them, looking at his house for the first time.

He was then sitting me on the couch and kneeling between my naked legs, keeping them closed with his hands and looked at me with a terrifyingly serious expression.

"Take it back." he ordered.