Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 19

<Xavier's p.o.v>

I was so scared when I saw Hope in my bathroom with a pool of her own blood surrounding her.

I feel like this is all my fault, I pushed her too hard.

But, nobody would go that far just because of that, would they?

There's definitely something going on at home that she isn't telling me.

And I intend to find out what it is and help her as soon as I can.

But, for now, I need to deal with the task a hand.

Blake and I rushed over to her.

She was obviously avoiding eye-contact.

I just wanted to kiss her and hug her and tell her everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't.

I grabbed her skinny wrist, and got some paper towels out and dabbed at it.

She didn't even flinch.

I then got a bandage and wrapped it around her wrist.

Then I held her face and gently lifted her eyes to mine, and wiped away her tears with my thumb.

Then I hugged her tight, and it felt like I would never let go, but eventually I did.

After that, we just stared into each other's eyes for a while.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of amerald green, and her hair was the true definition of beauty itself.

Then she did something I didn't expect.

She spoke.

"Thank you."

Her eyes showed such vunerablity. It broke my heart.

Blake, however, jumped and stared at Hope in shock.

She laughed slightly.

"Your voice is gorgeous, you know that?" She blushed.

Blake was now busying himself by cleaning up the blood on the floor, pretending he wasn't eavesdropping.

Then, all the blood was cleared up, and Hope went to the guest bed.

I was about to leave her to sleep when she said my name.

I swivled around.

"Yes?"

"Please, stay with me tonight?"

I grinned at her, and nodded.

I clambered into the bed with her and she snuggled up to me.

Slowly, she fell asleep.

* * *

Sunday morning. I groaned, and reached for Hope. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

She smiled sleepily and squeezed back.

She was so beautiful.

And she was so broken.

I hereby make it my mission to fix her, in whatever way I can.

For starters, finding out who was giving her all these bruises.

Suddenly, her phone went off.

She groaned and read the text message.

Her eyes snapped open.

She sat up in the bed.

"Hope, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing." She replied. "I'm just going out."

I groaned.

It was a Sunday, for goodness sakes.

But I had to protect her.

I waited until she had left the room before I got dressed and started to follow her.

<Hope's p.o.v>

My phone went off.

I looked at the text message and I was immediately panicked.

I hastily got dressed and left the house.

But I couldn't stop thinking about the text message.

'You better dray your ugly little arse back here before I come and pay your boyfriend a visit.'

I was shaking.

How did he get my phone number?

How did he know I was at Xavier's?

And, most of all, what would he do to them if he could?

All these questions were swirling around like a whirlwind in my head and it was giving me an awful headache.

And then, I reached the house.

With sweating palms, I opened the door.