You had broken up with Jameson. All because of the news. Rumors spread about you. Calling you a gold digger, saying you were using him. Classmates at school bullied you or ignored you. People found your house and number. You weren't safe.

But were you more safe now than before?

You had gotten with someone new. They were abusive, always using your body. But you knew you couldn't leave. You knew the rumors that would come. So you stayed quiet. You stopped appearing at school but no one noticed. Except him.

You missed him. The soft kisses Jameson would place on your neck now replaced with the hands of a cold man. The man you loved now someone from your past. And oh how you wanted him back.

So you ran. At night. One bag. And one destination. The Hawthorne mansion. And this time? You wouldn't leave.

The maids let you in as soon as they saw the tears on your face and bruises on your neck. They knew you needed Jameson. You stepped in front of the door to his room. Before you knocked, the door swiftly opened. There stood Jameson. A shirt off and hair messy, one hand rubbing his eyes as the other gripped the door handle.