Colt looked past Aurora at her ex. Then he looked back down at Aurora. "Has he always been such an idiot?" He smiled softly turning her and leaving not even giving the guy the time of day. "Let's get back to the hotel and get some real clothes on then we can go sit on a pier or something." He smiled
"Chill." Colt whispered to her tightening his grasp on her so she was closer and hopefully felt better. He turned down another street towards their hotel still ignoring the guy. "I won't let him close to you."
I whimpered softly, images of things he had almost done to my flying through my head. I pulled him quickly to my room and dragged him in, bolting the door, but unable to escape the horrible scenes in my mind. I held Colt tightly, swallowing back tears, and feeling like a complete idiot.
Colt looked down at AUrora and held her out at arms length looking into her eyes. "What's wrong? What did he do to you?" He asked softly looking softly into her eyes.
I looked down at my feet. "It was a couple weeks after I first met him. He said that he was taking me somewhere special. My brother was out with someone and my parents were away on business. He took me to a hotel. He said we'd eat there. Then he took me up to a room. I didn't know why, but I trusted him, foolishly. Suddenly he was tearing at my clothes and pushing me down on the bed. He bound me to the four corners and...and...he touched me...right before he stole my virginity, one angery brother burst in. He had been downstairs eating with his date. when he saw us head upstairs, he became suspicious...but he didn't know if I had agreed. so he waited for about thirty minutes..." I gasped, my whole body hurting. I grasped my stomach, tears dropping slowly down my face. it hurt so much!
Colt picked her up and sat her on a chair sitting in front of her. The pain on her face was phisical. "What's wrong?" He asked brushing tears from her face. "What can I do?"
I threw myself at him, crying on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around him. When I stopped crying, I pushed tears away. "I-I'm sorry." I said shakily, still on his lap.
I nodded. "I'm going to change now." I walked into the bathroom and put on a wrap skirt the colors of the sunset and a black tank that showed my belly. I grabbed my diamond belly peircing and put it in, feeling a bit daring. My brother was the only one who knew about it. I walked out blushing. "What do you think?"
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
