I was laying on my bedroom floor, letting the after sobs from crying rack through me when someone knocked on my bedroom door.

"Max? It's Travis." I knew who it was before he said his name. He was the only who's could cause me to shiver in pleasure just by the sound of his voice.

"What do you want Travis?" I tried to making it sound like I was fine. But I knew he would be able to pick up on the scratchiness in my voice.

"I just wanted to make sure your ok." He stated from the other side of the white door.

"I'm fine." I tried stating back, but wasn't about to say it all before my voice broke.

"Can I come in?"

I didn't want anyone seeing me like his. Espiecllly not him.

"No."

"Max please?" I could hear the worry in his voice.

Now why the hell would he be worried about me?

"I said no." I didn't move from my spot on the floor when I heard the door knob turn and saw the door open. I just watched as the door opened wider, letting the light from the hallway into my dark room. I sat completely still as Travis's body came into view.

"Max please." He didn't make a move to come into the room. He just stood in the threshold of the doorway. with the light behind him, he looked like an angel. A very handsome angel.

I knew my voice wouldn't work if I tried to talk. So I just groaned. Letting him take that groan however he wanted to. Which I guess he took it as a yes, cause he stepped into the room, and went to shut the door.

My eye's widen in the not so good way as I watched the amount of light decrease with each inch the doo closed. Travis must have seen my reaction, cause he apologized, and opened the door almost all the way. Which caused me to relax a little. But quickly stiffen when I noticed he was walking towards me.

"Max?" He asked not stopping his pace, but slowing down a little. "Are you ok?" He was about a foot in front of me. And I couldn't think straight. His forest and spicy like scent was clouding my brain, causing all my thoughts to disappear and be replaced with only thoughts of him.

"Y-yes." I stuttered out. I didn't like the fact that I was alone with a guy in a room. Even though the door was open, He was much stronger than me.

"Max." He said gently as he bent down to were I was laying on the floor. Causing me to close my eyes. I was no where near in the state to run. Or was I in the right state to yell. I was practically drunk right now. I knew was at his mercy now. I wasn't in the right frame of mind to do anything. And once he put his hand of my back. I knew I wasn't in the right frame of life at all.

Cause right when his hand made contact with Cole's shirt. I felt very strang tingles. This weren't the run for your life tingles either. These were the type that made you want more. The type that made you unafraid, and calm. These were the kind that maybe you relax. And that's just what I did. I relaxed. For the first time in 10 years. I was able to fully relax.

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I don't remember falling asleep. But I must have. Cause the next thing I know, I'm waking up in my bed. I was overly warm, and had to pee. Groaning I went to get up. But came to a stop when I felt myself being pulled back to a hard, warm, and welcoming chest. I felt tingles again, and almost started relaxing against it. Keyword: Almost.

Instead, I started struggling against the hold. Which only caused it to tight around me. I knew I was no match to whoever was on the other end of the overly strong arm that was holding my waist. So I looked hurriedly around the room. My eye's stopping at the wide open door. I knew someone had to be home. Someone would hear me right?

So I let out the loudest scream I could.

Which I thought was the best idea, turned into the worst ever. Cause whoever was holding me, shot up, causing them to sit straight up on the bed, pulling me closer to them, to were I was almost sitting on their lap. This caused me to let out another ear shattering scream, as I started punching their arm, and elbowing their chest, and anything else that I could reach.

I was still freaking out when I saw movement by the door. Which seemed to cause my kidnapper to hold me WAY more tighter.

God they must be mad out of fucking rock if none of my punch's and elbows hurt them. It was like nothing would ever make them lossen their hold on me.

Thanks to my stupid brian. This caused me to freak out more. To which I couldn't freak out anymore. There was nothing else I could do. So I started to cry as flash backs of 10 years ago came into my mind.

"LET HER GO!" I heard Pat yell at my attacker.

"Max whats wrong?" I shivered. I didn't know if it was because of the voice, or cause of the panic attack that I was starting to have. "Max!?" I was placed with my back on the bed, and someone laying on top of me.

Please no! Why god? Why do this to me again?

"TRAVIS GET OFF OF HER!" I heard someone yell. I think it was Pat, but I couldn't tell cause my cry's were the only thing that I could hear, and my vision was blurry thanks to the tears.

I felt the weight above me move off me and the bed, and I started to calm down a little. Not enough to stop my panic attack though. I felt the bed shift again, and I felt my breathing getting faster.

"Max." I felt hands on my face. "Max it's ok." I couldn't see who it was thanks to the fucking tears. But by the feel of these hands, I would guess it was Pat. "Max it's Pat." I was right.

Knowing it was Pat helped me calm down. She had come to save me again. "Calm down baby." She said in her smooth mother like tone. I tried taking deep breaths, but that didn't help any. I still felt like someone else was there. Like someone else was touching me besides Pat.

"GET OUT! ALL OF YOU!"

Shit! It wasn't just one this time!? It was more than one!

"Mom!?" That beautiful, heaven like voice sounded. Only this time it was more of a warning. But what was it trying to warn us about.

"LEAVE NOW TRAVIS! CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH!?" She yelled still hold my face.

I didn't know I he left or not. But I didn't feel like anyone besides Pat was touching me.

After about 45 minutes with Pat still holding just my face like she always did when I freaked out like this. I finally stopped crying. And the flash back's stopped replaying in my mind. But my breathing was still not under control, and I couldn't breath. It was as if my lungs just wouldn't let any air enter. If anything, my breathing seemed to get worse. And according to Pat's curse's I knew I wasn't the only one who noticed.

"BEN! CALL THE PACK DOCTOR NOW!" Shouted Pat.

I would have questioned her about what a Pack doctor was. But I was so focused on trying to breath that I really didn't care.

After about 30 seconds of Pat yelling that I felt another hand on me. And I knew it wasn't Pat's cause she only touched my face. This hand was on my leg.

"N-N-No. P-P-Please." I was barely able to get out.

"Travis let go of her!" Pat said.

"No! I need to be here!"

"You've done enough."

"Mom please. I didn't mean to. I didn't know this was going to happen. I just tried to comfort her. Please mom. Please tell me what to do now."

I looked at Pat, black dots swimming in my vision. I can't remember any time I've ever had a panic attack this bad before.

I knew there was fear in my eyes. And I as I looked into Pat's eyes, I saw that she was struggling. What should she do? Give in to her son's pleading, or stay and help me like she always did?

"Put both hands on her face. ONLY ON HER FACE!" Pat said told Travis. As she let go of my face.

NO!

I knew there was fear in my eyes now. I hated it when anyone besides Pat touched me. And just when I was about to scream out for Pat, I felt tingles go through my face as two soft, strong, warm hands grabbed my face.

I moved my gaze over to the person who was now doing the job that I only let Pat do. But once I my sights landed on the most beautiful green eyes I have even seen. My breath caught. ( which at this point in time wasn't the best time for that.) but soon it came back. Only this time it was much more natural. I wasn't struggling to breath. It wasn't back to normal, but it was much better. But I could care less. I just stared into those perfect orbs, I heard people talking, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. And I didn't care. I even felt a pinch on my arm, but I didn't move my gaze. But those green eyes moved, and I was no longer able to see them. In fact I wasn't able to see anything as my world went black.

But as I slept. All I saw was green.