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Chapter 7

(Tancred's P.O.V)

"Hullo?" Lysander answered in a groggy voice, is two in the morning, and the rain was pouring down hard outside.

"Lysander?" I asked in a relieved voice, I was so distressed and I really needed someone to talk to. "It is Tancred, I really need…"

"Can't it wait until tomorrow, Tanc?" Lysander interrupted slightly more awake.

"No Lysander, I am really upset, that rain outside is me."

"Wow, what's wrong?" So I told him what was up.

(Emma's P.O.V)

I was struggling, pulling away, and pushing it out of my mind. Jonathan was strong in both ways. He was pinning me to the bed while trying to force me to hurt myself (like Tancred did). His endowment was stronger than he told me and he had lied worse than a suspect –who did the crime- on trail.

Tears were flooding my face, I could barely see. I was pushing forward, and wriggling trying to get out of his grasp, it was no easy feat. But the worst part of this whole situation was that Tancred's picture was plastered in my mind. That I was as stupid as to think that convincing my self I liked another guy could help. I wonder if he is thinking of me.

"Give up?" Jonathan asked in a jeering voice. "You are strong, but I am stronger than you."

I grabbed his forearms; with all my weight I pushed myself and him towards the green and gold carpet of Kingdoms hotel.

It worked we rolled and he didn't have enough time to collect himself before his back hit the ground and he got his breath knocked out of himself. I quickly stood up while he was trying to breath.

Running out the door I tripped but quickly regained my pace. I continued towards the elevator not knowing where the stairs are.

"Come on, come on." I murmured breathlessly to the elevator doors, pushing the down button over, and over, and over again.

I heard foot steps echoing through the halls, a cry escaped my mouth.

Finally the doors opened, I ran into them, rapidly pushing the close door button. Just as the doors were closing a hand jetted through them and parted them again.

Lysander was by my side, marching down the street through the night, and the rain. We were headed towards Kingdoms.

After I had phoned Lysander he had suggested we call Olivia. She had answered the phone tiredly (by that time it was four in the morning). We asked her if she knew where Emma was and she told us her location.

On our way we found Dagbert needing a breath of fresh air and had asked him to go, so he now marched proudly at our side, ready and willing to help Emma.

Our feet were moving at the same time, speed, and foot. We all wore sunglasses, all we needed now was dramatic music, guns, and slow motion and we could be in dramatic killing and shooting movie.

My winds were kicking into full speed, Lysander's ancestors at hand, and you could taste salt in the air as we entered Kingdoms huge doors, just coming to life, (it was five now).

Jonathan stepped into the elevator with a smirk or you-really-think-you-could-get-away-from-me kind of smirk.

My mind went blank with fear; all I could focus on was the metallic coloured wall. I could see the terror in my eyes reflected back at me through it.

Just as the elevator hit the lobby Jonathan punched the control panel wreaking the circuitry. The elevator stopped with a ear ring grind of metal.

Jonathan rapped his muscular arms around my waist like he did yesterday.

"Please let got." I sobbed "I am twelve, let me go please, you are a liar, I know you aren't fourteen, you are fifteen, I know you lied to me about not being very strong, and I am sure you know that I figured out that you would manipulate me whenever you felt like it."

Jonathan chuckled darkly "Wow, you learn fast." He said leaning in to kiss me.

His blue eyes and smile that I saw on the first day flooded into my mind. The same dimple everything the fooled me, tricked me. Now all I saw was evil.

I found myself wrapping my arms around the matt of curls that spilled over his neck. Stupidly I had let my guard down. The last thing that popped into my head before I was under his control was a vision of Tancred. Us fooling around, playing mercy, our and hands clasped together trying to wiggle free. I remember for an instant Tancred had had me in a hug type hold, with my chest against his, both of us laughing hard.

As my conscience faded away I could still here the haunting sound of our laughter that seemed so long ago.

I was aware of what was happening but it was willful, totally voluntary, or so it seemed.

It started off simple, we snogged for what seemed like forever, I was hoping it would end but when it did I wished we could go back to it.

He started to move his hands over me like any fifteen-year-old would do to a girl. Before I knew it he was undoing my bra through my shirt, still holding me tight. The worst part was because he manipulated me I couldn't do anything to stop it, just hope and wish that it would end.

First my bra hit the ground, then his shirt. All the while his lips were pressed hard against mine. His slick lips slide across mine nicely his tough in my mouth felt normal, and I almost like it but all the while I was thinking of Tancred.

Tears stained my face, all I had ever wanted was to feel safe and this is the opposite of it.

Next his pants hit the floor; my heart raced. He undid my pants while he was kissing me; he then pulled them down to my ankles. I wondered how many times he did this, how many times he had broken this elevator, how many hearts he had broken, lives he had ruined.

He had lost his focus while being so focused on getting me undressed. My will started to return, I was so happy I kneed him where it hurt and pulled up my pants. I didn't bother with the bra, not being very developed only slightly needing it. I sat down in the corner and curled up into a ball, while Jonathan was rolling around on the ground in pain.

There was no way out that I could see, I tried to push the panic button but Jonathan pushed my hand out of the way. He was angry; his eyes were fiery with rage. He was half naked and looked hilarious I couldn't help but laugh. I swear steam came out of his ears.

He grabbed my wrists not bothering to manipulate me. For a moment we just stood it that position, I heard wind and screams outside, then I could smell salt, and then DRUMS!!!!

I grinned Jonathan doesn't know how dead he is!

GO TANCRED AND LYSANDER AND DAGBERT!!!!!!!! BOO JONATHAN BOO!!!!

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