Matt watched Emma silently cry herself to sleep and tightened his arms around her.
He hated how badly she had been hurt, not even just hurt but violated and left to pick up the pieces without any help. He had seen räpe victims at work, many of them older than a teenager, with resources to help deal with the trauma, but he couldn’t begin to imagine what she had to deal with alone.
From how she reacted, he was sure he was the first male she had ever told, which drove the thought home that she was his. Everything he did from here on out was to prove how not all men are complete assholes and that this was it for her. She never had to look for anyone else ever again because he knew in that moment she was his forever. His to cherish and protect.
Fück that bïtch Ashlyn.
He snuggled her tight
