13 years later. 

"Hurry up," Miles groans as he holds the black silk robe to me. 

"I couldn't sleep last night," I sigh as I push my arms into the robe quickly and tie it around my body. I pick up the red lipstick as he chuckles. 

"I told you to stop reading so late. You're going to get me into trouble," he says as I apply my lipstick and throw it on the bed when I'm done. 

"Sorry, but she just met her prince." I grin at him as he kneels on the ground in front of me and helps me wear my heels quickly. I secure one strap as he does the other. 

"I can't be late, come on." He says and I nod as I scrunch up my hair a little as I follow him out of the room. 

Back straight. Smile. He mindlink me and I nod as I stand up straighter as we head towards the black door. 

I stand outside of it, and take a deep breath. He opens the door and I let the breath out, smiling at the men as they whistle when they see me. 

I walk inside, the slow sensual music pumping in the room as the four men stare at me as they drink their beers. 

"Come on baby! Show us your ass!" Adam chuckles as he says and the others laugh with him. 

I smile, and slowly open my robe. They whistle louder as I drop the robe onto the ground, leaving me in my red lace lingerie set. 

"Come here baby," Mike whistles as he stares at me. I take slow steps towards him, my hips swaying sensually side to side. He groans as I stand in front of him, stretching my arm out. I learn down gently, my lips a few inches away from his as I climb onto his lap. 

I feel a hand fist my hair and pull it backwards. I tilt my head and look up at Adam who smirks above me as his other hand trails down my back and to my ass. 

"This, fuck,"he groans as he squeezes me just as the door opens up. 

He lets go of my hair and I twist around to see Miles standing there. 

"Boss wants her." He mutters, shrugging his shoulders as they look at him confused. 

"Is he back already? Fuck." Mike curses as he pushes me off him. I fall to the ground,silently and stay there as they stand up. 

"Get the fuck out of here before he kills us," Adam glares at me. 

I stand up quickly and walk towards the door. Miles hands me my robe and I wrap it around myself as he closes the door to them.  

I don't want to go to him, Miles. I say softly to him. 

He doesn't answer me as he tightens his hand on my arm and pulls me down the corridor. I smile as men whistle at me as they look me up and down. 

Miles takes me to my room and walks inside. He closes the door and I drop the act. 

"Please Miles. Please, I don't want to go," I plead to him as he turns around to look at me. 

"Hey hey," he walks towards me but I shake my head. 

"I need to have a shower. I need to be clean," I look at my disgusting self. 

"Look at me," he tilts my chin up and leans down. Miles rests his forehead against mine, his hand wrapped around mine as I close my eyes. 

I feel his finger tracing the letter M on my palm. 

"I'm right here." He whispers to me softly. 

"I don't want to go to him," I whisper back, "please," I plead and I hear him sigh. 

Miles wraps his hands around me,pulling me closer to him as I feel my body shaking in fear. 

"Please Miles," I whisper to him. 

"Shush," he holds me. 

The cameras are watching. I need you to make us invisible. We're leaving this place. He's not back yet. It's our only chance. Can you do it? I hear Miles, voice in my mind and I freeze against him. 

He'll hurt me. I reply. 

Trust me, Emily. He's not here. It's our only chance. Please. He pleads in my mind and I hold onto him tightly. 

I cross my arms behind his back and the room flashes in front of me for a second. 

Miles pulls away but doesn't let go of my hand. The only way for him to be invisible with me. 

With his other hand, Miles shushes me as the alarm starts. 

She's fucking gone. 

Fuck. 

We're all fucking dead. 

Kill the fucker. 

"They know." I say to him quietly and he grins at me. 

"We're leaving." He pulls me towards the window and lifts it up with one hand. 

"You think you can jump?" He asks and I nod as he pulls his legs through it. He helps me out of the window and we wait on the edge of the wall as wolves run down below with vampires flashing through the forest. 

The air. The sky. 

I take a deep breath and look up at the sun that shines brightly on my face. 

"It's beautiful." I whisper softly to him and he tightens his hand around mine. 

"We jump and then we run?" He says to me just as we hear the room door open and people cursing saying she's not here. 

I nod and Miles and we jump down from the second floor. He never let's go of my hand but I run along side of him,careful of the wolves and vampires flashing around the place. 

She doesn't know the area! Look for her! She's still close by. 

The voices float in my mind as I hold onto Miles tightly. 

Can you flash us away? Miles questions and I nod as I squeeze his hand and run as fast as I can in and around the trees, letting instinct take over. Run. 

I don't hesitate as I run. 

13 years trapped in a house. I could not leave. From the age of six, I had been locked in a house, begging to be let out until three years ago when I gave up. 

Cameron. My monster. 

I remember I couldn't sleep one day and I had seen a rabbit suffering outside in the backyard. I was six years old and I wanted to help it. I had jumped down from the window and ran towards it when He had come. 

Cameron. He came. He took me away and nobody came looking for me. For years, I fought him. I fought him every day, arguing with him. He would hurt me but I still fought him. I ran one day at the age of 16. I ran away and I was so close to getting away when he found me. 

My life changed. Instead of just living and getting abuse from him, I was destroyed from within. He raped me. Every day, for weeks and weeks. He locked me in a dark room and I could not see as men came in and did what they wanted with me. I cried, I begged to stop. 

They neve listened. I gave up hope. I was never leaving. I smiled at them all, and when I was alone, I cried myself to sleep. I scrubbed my body sore, the mark on my body a constant reminder of what happened to me. 

"We can slow down," Miles pants beside me and I immediately stop just in front of a tree. He rests against it as he pulls me closer to him, so we're still touching. 

"Take a five minute breather," he says breathless and I nod, silently as I rest my head on his chest as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. 

Miles did not become my friend until I was ten years old. He had fought Cameron the first time Cameron had hit me. He had stood up to him and cursed him and even broke a vase on Cameron. Cameron had broken his arm and I had cried, begging to let him go before they killed him. He vowed to protect me when it was my birthday. He had secretly made me a cake on my birthday and  brought it upstairs at one am when I was 15. Just before I ran. I had not told him I was going to run. 

When Cameron had dragged me by my hair back into the house, he had begged on his knees to let me go. That they were going to kill me. They had made him watch as Cameron had raped me. He was held down by men even as he shifted out of anger. He could do nothing. 

Miles had apologised to me constantly for weeks. He had walked into my room and I had begged him not to come close to me. I was so afraid of him, thinking he would do the same thing to me when he had cried to me, saying I was his only friend here. He wouldn't ever hurt me. 

I didn't trust him. I didn't trust anyone. He had tried for a whole year to make me smile. I just couldn't find it in myself to smile, until he had started sliding books in my room. He would come at night when Cameron was done with me. He would wait outside my bathroom as I scrubbed myself clean and cried. I would come outside and he would be waiting for me. Miles would hug me tightly as we sat in my bed and he would tell me about his day. He was allowed to leave the house once a month and he would come back and tell me about how beautiful the sun was on and how he was getting a tan. He wouldn't tell me of the people he had to kill. Just the happy memories. He had promised me one night, he would take me home. To my home, to my family. 

"What are you thinking about?" He asks me in a quiet voice as he looks down at me. 

"How are we going to find help?" I ask softly, looking up at him and he grins as he lifts my hands up. 

"If I'm here," he traces the letter M on my hand, "and you're here," I trace the letter E on his palm, "We could do anything." He smiles at me.

"I'm scared," I tell him truthfully. 

"Me too," he wraps an arm around me again and holds me tightly. 

The first time Cameron had hit me, Miles had brought food to my room. He had put it on my bed and told me to hold my hand out. I had followed. I never said no to anyone. He had traced the letter M on my hand and said we are always going to be best friends now. Nothing more. We would never be ready for that. I had asked politely if I could do it to him and he had grinned, as he held his palm out. I had traced the letter E and said he would be my best friend too. 

"We should keep moving. We're close to a town, and we could ask around for your pack. I'll ask where I can find Alpha Gray." He says as he pulls away and I nod as we quietly walk through the forest. 

I was going home. 

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I am in love with Miles.