The Mind Trap.

Memories.

Hunter got discharged from the hospital two hours ago. She looks worn out and scared.

The memory of Toby almost raping my best friend came pooling into my head. Why would he do that? It's not like Toby at all, in fact he never liked Hunter as more than a friend because he started to grow feelings for Lana. So what did change?

Everything seems odd but I'll let it slide only because I have to help Hunter feel safe again. Almost getting rape, hit something in her brain because she's been in the shower for almost an hour now.

I got up from bed and walked to the bathroom door," Hunter?" I knocked softly but loud enough for her to hear.

I didn't get a reply but then the door opened revealing Hunter in my grey joggers and white hoodie which both fitted her loosely. She looks cute in my clothes.

Her head was bent down not wanting to watch me. She walked out the bathroom towards her bed leaving me without a word, standing by the bathroom door.

I closed the door before watching her dig into her bed, lying on her stomach. I saw her body rising and falling heavily before sobs escaped.

I slowly went to her bed lying next to her. I snaked my hand around her waist. She turned to face me, her hair was messily swept in different directions all over her face and pillow. Her eyes glowed red before I saw the tears running.

She looks broken.

I leaned in closer to her, pressing a kiss on her forehead. I pulled her closer to my barebacked body. Her fingers trailed around my abs, feeling every part of my stomach.

"You want to talk?" I whispered into her ear. She pulled away from me sitting up on the bed. I shifted a little so I'll have a better view of her.

"Things happened to me in the past-" she murmured before cutting herself short. She sucked in a deep breath before continuing," it happened before, my father. He did it to my sister, that's how she died." Hunter cried.

I pulled her into my chest, cradling her as if life depended on it. She sank her head into my chest breathing in my scent. Tears stained my skin as it transferred from her face onto me. The long tears river down her cheeks as her eyes were blood shot red.

" It's going to be okay, muffin just breathe." I advised her. She began taking in deep breathes, her figure rising and falling within my hold.

I couldn't bare to see her in pain. Sadness consumed me, rushing through my blood making me feel weak but I pulled a brave, stronger expression over my face and body.

I raveled my fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her feared state.

I held her closer to me. What if I told her my story? We have almost the same past, I don't even know. I can't tell her, it'll add on to her worries. I don't want that. I don't want to consume her mind with my problems.

She can't know, well at least not now.

I held her until she calmed down. Her breathing came back to normal. I look down to see her soundly asleep in my arms, holding onto me as if there's no tomorrow.

I love the sight before me, knowing that I can be there for her. I like her. She's my everything and if something happens to her I'll never forgive myself.

I can't help but feel guilt swarm me by the second. I should have never let her go with him, I should have kept her by my side. Never again will I let her go.

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**Hunter's POV**

My head began to pang with a migraine forming. I couldn't believe I almost got raped. The memories of my father doing the same to my sister raced my mind, creating a tornado of memories to swallow me whole.

I hate that man. He killed the only person I ever loved, my sister. I remember hearing her screaming, her voice overpowering my so called 'father's voice, telling her to be quiet. He would hit her harshly when she doesn't obey his every word.

I remember that she would come out the room limping and crying. She was weak, her slim figure fragile as it has to endure pain for two whole weeks before she fell sick.

She would warn me to not tell anyone. She wanted to escape the brutal life she had to live. She gave up everything so nothing will be done to me. She gave her life for me. She tried to help me run away but failed miserably.

She was supposed to be living with me but she's not. After her death I was harshly broken. I felt like I died with her. Every part of me was weak.

One day, bravery struck me causing me to run as fast as I can to the nearest police station. I informed the police on what was happening that day, my 'father' was doing the deeds. It broke me, I couldn't take it. I told them everything. The same day they found my 'father' raping her. The police officers took my sister and I, to a safe place. That place was owned by Kaleb's father. A case was sent to court with my 'father' and sister. Gladly my sister won the case immediately as the officers saw what was occuring.

Unfortunately right after she won the case she died. My memory feels confusing but everything crashed into my mind at once.

Once my sister died, the place Kaleb's father owned had a gym. I used to go there to let my emotions out, cuffing the punching bag until the chain is vigorously moving, shaking the bag rapidly. Kaleb's father walk in one day when I was letting off steam. He put me into a training course since he saw my capabilities. A while after I met Kaleb's grandfather and was escorted to be one of the FBI's young trainers. I was the youngest of course and I could and still beat the crap out of my past trainer who was eighteen at the time.

I felt myself shift but I didn't do it. I slowly open my half sleeping eyes to see Kaleb cuddled up with me. My heart began to race. I felt an unknown emotion thrusting throw me.

It placed a smile on my lips. He's the only person I have now. He's the only one who's there for me. He's the only person who I can trust. He made me feel different and special. I never felt this since my sister. He cared and love me just like Becker-my sister-did.

I tried to break his hold on me by getting up but it was futile. I was pulled back down onto the bed. His eyes opened, peeking," no, I want to sleep." He whined, huskily.

Whoa that was....hot! Wait, what did I just say?

"You can go back to sleep but I want to get up." I whispered, ripping his hand from over me.

His eyes were wide awake now, guilt and sadness interlaced in his oceans,"you okay?" He asked, softly.

"Yeah, I'm better now." I assured, getting off the bed.

" Get ready I'm carrying you somewhere." He said, but I had no choice.

I felt drifted away from him a little. This is probably a good opportunity to get to know what's going on with him. All his focus is on me now. I knew he's getting better but I still need clarification.

I nod, not questioning where or why he wants to carry me somewhere. Instead I piled together my clothes and head to the bathroom, getting ready.