Micheal's POV
I placed the phone back into my pocket, patting Lillian on her back as she trembled in my arms “Lillian calm down, I need you to put yourself together”
*He wanted to r**e me. The… those…men they had guns and…..and” Lillian stammered, her voice and handshaking.
“Hey, it's okay,” I said, but she continued.
“He tore my clothes, Michael. He said he was going to r**e me and sell me off to some…..” Lillian's voice failed her as she sobbed in my chest, warm tears wetting my T-shirt and touching my skin.
“shhh,” I whispered, my firm holds getting tighter, “It's all right. I'm here now, and he didn't hurt you.” I took my hands off her, but she instantly gripped me, her eyes staring at me with fear and pain. “Please don't leave me,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
