Slowly, I sit down on the edge of the table avoiding eye contact with Matt. Suddenly, a strong hand takes hold of my chin gently and tilts my head to the side. "How are you Jess?" He asks concerned.

"Mr Reeves, I'm fine." I answer as I briefly look up a him. As soon as I do, I know it's a mistake. I can't tear my eyes away from his ice blue ones. Matt's eyebrows furrow as he searches my face for any sign of lying. To my dismay, he finds it.

" I can't believe he did this to you." He whispers. "You're not fine, don't tell me otherwise Jess."

"Sir, please. Drop it. I'm okay. You already went out of your way to make sure I got to the hospital. Then you kept me safe by letting me stay in your sisters room. I'm grateful, of course, but I don't want you getting dragged in to this." I say. Well, I plead.

I know what a nasty piece of work my father is. I didn't want Mr Reeves being caught up in this. Plus I knew that if my father found out that he knew almost everything, he'd kill me for telling him. And right know, I'm not sure of killing me is just a figure of speech.

"Can I ask you a question Jess?" Warily, I nod. I'm not so sure that I want to spill my life story out to him. "Has he ever touched you in an inappropriate way?" He asks carefully but the tears are already in my eyes. In a rush, I tried to get up and run but he was already at the door and the tears are falling.

The next thing I know, I'm against his strong chest and his arms are wrapped around me but I stay rigid. Relieved that he is there to hold me but scared. He's my teacher. Then there's my father. What if he knew that Matt had just about figured out that he had tried to force himself on me at one point.

"He has hasn't he?" Matt almost growls and I begin to shake my head violently.

"No Matt. I mean, he tried to, but he didn't. I fought him off. He was to drunk to keep hold of me. He didn't know what he was doing. It wasn't his fault. It was mine!" I pull out of Matt's strong embrace, instantly missing the feeling of security he provided.

I have no idea why I am defending my father. He's my father though. It's my instinct to defend him.

As much of an ass as he is. He somehow still seems to have some loyalty from me. I don't know why, but it's something I can't seem to stop.

"Your fault? He made you think it was your fault? " Says Matt. I actually think I heard a bit of a growl there, like an animal.

"Yeah, my fault. I was the one who went downstairs in shorts and a tank top Matt. " I tell him, trying to calm down the tears.

"He's your father, your family. You should be able to go downstairs in pyjamas, Jess!" He almost shouts in utter disbelief.

I know he's right. He has managed to put my mind at rest in 10 minutes over something that has bothered me for 6 years. I have no idea how he did that. Mia knows what he tried to do to me and has told me the exact same thing. But I didn't believe her.

When Matt told me, I listened and believed him completely. I feel safe with him. I trust him and above all, I feel whole with him. I don't know what it is, but something about Matt makes me feel complete. I'm not in love with him but I was definitely drawn to him.

How can I trust someone I have known for less than 24 hours so much? The answer is, I don't know. But I do.

"Thank you. " I nearly whisper, but he hears me.

"For what?" He asks. Matt tilts his gorgeous head to one side slightly.

"You have put my mind to rest over something that has bothered me for six years. I've finally realised it's not my fault he tried to rape me. " I explained quietly.

He tried to rape her. If I ever see him I will kill him. When she ran into me in the street, my entire body felt alive. I knew she was my mate without even looking at her. It felt as though electricity was flowing through my veins. Then I saw the cuts and glass stuck in face and had to resist going to kill whoever hurt her.

I thought I had found my Mate and I was ecstatic. Until she walked into me again today. Jess is my student. I can't be with her. The moment I laid eyes on her in the corridor this morning, my heart shattered in to a million pieces.

It felt so good to hold her in my arms last night. Now I know I'll never be able to do it again.

Even though it's illegal and we would both be in a lot of trouble if we were caught, I sit next to her and pulled her into my arms. At first she resists but then starts to relax into me as I hold her against me, silent tears running down her cheeks. I stroke her hair as she rests her head on her shoulder.

Jess won't be able to stay away from me. I know that sounds cocky, but now I've met her, it will start to make us unusually cranky or angry when we are away from each other for any longer than two or so days. Well, two days for her, it can be a matter of hours for me.

In some ways I'm glad she's my student. I knew she was my mate from the moment she ran into me. When she left my house the next morning, I didn't know when or if I would be able to see her again. At least now, I will see her most days. Even though she will never be mine.

"You're safe now Jess. " I reassure her, gently pressing my lips to her forehead subconsciously. I'm suddenly scared. What if she panics? Someone she barely knows just kissed her forehead.

It's such a relief when she presses her face into my chest. She seems comfortable with me, that's all I can ask for.