I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in your head when you don't even understand it yourself.

Violet's POV

I wake up in an empty bed. I rub my head recollecting the events of last night, Xavier was so vulnerable. Perhaps I judge him too fast. I remember how beautiful his arm felt around my body; I hadn't slept that well in years.

It scared me that he was able to make me feel like this. I have never reacted this way to any other man's touch. Which is why I couldn't let him get close to me, I couldn't risk getting hurt again.

My thoughts are interrupted by a door opening. I look up and see Xavier walk out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel.

The 'V' shape leading to his crotch was prominent and tempting. Water droplets ran down his toned torso, his abs and biceps were mouth watering.

I look up at him and find him smirking at me; I blush realizing I was watching him in an inappropriately. I quickly avert my eyes.

He chuckles and walks over to his closet. He takes out a suit and some underwear and proceeds to take off his towel.

"Whoa whoa whoa," I exclaim covering my eyes with my hands, "The towel stays on." I hear him laugh, "You know you want to see what's under this towel," He teases.

"It is back on?" I ask my hands still on my eyes. "Yeah," He responds I can feel him rolling his eyes. I slowly take my hands away and let out a sigh of relief when I see his some underwear on.

I look up and glare at him. He turns around taking a tie from his closet; I realize that he's planning to leave and I remember that his injured. "You can't leave you're injured you have to rest," I say to him, his face hardens at my words.

"You can't let me what do," He sneers, I scoff inwardly at his words what is he, five?

"Don't be childish Xavier be reasonable. I understand you might want to take your mind off what happened last night, but you're injured you need to rest," I get up from the bed and walk over to him.

He gets angry at my words, "You don't know me or what's good for me, and you can never understand. You haven't felt pain or seen suffering so don't try and act like you understand cause you don't," He growls.

I stay silent; he didn't know me. He didn't know my past or present; he didn't know the things I'd been through. He laughs bitterly at my silence, "You're just like the rest of them. Pampered, fake and shallow."

"You can't judge people by what you see on the surface, everyone has a pain and a struggle," I respond quietly and then to leave. I didn't see any point of staying. He wasn't going to listen to me, and he would probably just insult me again.

My movements come to a halt when I feel him grab my arm. I turn and face him; he looks at me anger radiating if him. We stare at each other for what seems like hours. I felt comfortable and uncomfortable under his gaze I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling.

He looks at me like he was searching for something like I held the answer to all his problems. He inches closer to me, and I panic at how close he was, I couldn't let this go too far. He was messing with my emotions, and I wouldn't let him have that power over me. I move away from him and leave the room.

I speed walk to my room. I take a quick bath, change into my maid uniform and head for the kitchen. I'm walking when I spot the scary man from Xavier's office and two other men having a heated conversation. My eyes widen in fear; I quickly hide behind a wall making sure they don't spot me.

I inch closer to the wall and peep.

"You haven't gotten the file yet Abel!!" One of his men. He wasn't wearing a suit like most of the men here; he had one a sleeveless shirt that displayed his many tattoos and some washed out jeans, he obviously wasn't one of Xavier's men. "I couldn't get it, I told you that nosy girl got in my way," Abel replies

I was dumbfounded, why were they having this conversation in the middle of the hallway, anyone could walk in on them and what was so important about that file.

"We have to do something about that maid," one of the men state my breathing grows heavy at his words. What would they do to me? "Yes, I believe she must have told those friends of hers. They need to be taken care of too," Abel declares, everything stops at the mention of my friends.

I needed to warn them; they were in danger. "We'll deal with that later, Abel what date is the attack scheduled for?" The tattooed man questions.

"It's scheduled in two months, on the 5th of May," he replies. One of the men turn, and his eyes connect with mine. I gasp and dash taking a short cut to the kitchen. I enter the kitchen, and I bump into Rose.

I get and apologize, picking up the fruits that fell from her hand. I look up at her and notice her eyes are bloodshot red like she'd been crying for hours. I'm about to ask why she's crying when I remember today is the anniversary of Xavier's mother's death.

"Are you okay," I question softly putting the fruits in my hand on the table. She looks at me and smiles weakly, "I'm fine darling," her voice was shaky and cracked.

I pull her into a hug,"You don't have to be okay all the time sometimes it's good to be not okay," I whisper. She cries on my shoulder, and I rub her back soothingly. Our hug is broken by a voice, I turn to see who it is and eyes widen at who I'm met with. The tattooed man.

He looks at me and smiles, "I'd like to talk to Ms. Rose alone," he states. "We have work to do you can always talk to her later," I reply glaring daggers at him I wasn't leaving her alone with him.

"Leave now," he growls. I'm ready to refuse again when Rose speaks, "It's okay Violet, go help your friends clean the library ." I look her warily. Her eyes were pleading for me to leave. I sigh and give in; I exit the kitchen sending one last glare to the man.

On my way to the library. I think of when I should tell my friends about what had happened; I didn't like keeping secrets from them and telling them would be better. I decide to tell right now the sooner, the better.

I walk into the library and take in its features. I'd never been in it; I only knew where it was. It was huge it reminded me of the library from Beauty and the Beast.

I meet my friends dusting the bookcases; they were backing me, so they didn't see me. "Hey" I greet calling their attention, they turn and face me. "I have something to tell you," I say not wanting to beat around the bush.

They walk over to me looking worried, "Is everything okay?" Bella asks, and I nod. I take a deep breath and tell them about the office and hallway incident. They look at me in shock. "How could you hid something so serious from us," Livia yells.

"I'm sorry, I know it was stupid, thought I was protecting you," I whisper. "What are we going to do?" Bella questions worriedly.

"We jus-" My reply is interrupted by a loud bang. I look at Bella and Livia in fear.

"Was that a gunshot."

Author's Note

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Sorry for the typos this chapter is not edited.

I wanted to call your attention to the tragic incident at Manchester. A lot of innocent lives were lost, a lot of people lost friends and family. Let's try and make the world a better place, please. Calling someone stupid won't make you any smarter and calling someone fat won't make you any slimmer.