Veiled Moon Shadow

Four Knights

Thankfully, at that moment, a group of guys suddenly appeared and pulled him from me, With none of us realizing who each other was until I collapsed into the arms of one of them. Just as everything went black, thanks to that punch, I heard one of them angrily yelling “s**t, it’s Emma. Should we report this, they’ll be out for blood over this”.

I woke in a hospital bed, with probably the worst headache in my life and my face feeling like I had been hit with a brick. I looked around the room and found the guys that came to my rescue sitting around me, sleeping in visitor chairs and wondered if they had stayed here the whole time. I knew these four guys, my four knights that came to my rescue were the four that I, and every other hetero female, in our high school had crushed on until the four of them graduated last year.

I spend half my time on my high school campus, a boarding school, and the other half of my time I live on the college campus. I have more friends at high school, but more freedom on the college campus. It is a little strange trying to straddle these two different campuses, but my old boarding school and high school let me stay fifteen and do teenage things with my friends, while college gives me the chance to be something other than fifteen-year-old Emma Laurent. It seems that no matter which guys I crush on when I am away at boarding school, either they treat me like a child, or look at me like coming near me will be the end of their lives. These four beautiful boys were from the former group, often treating me like I would wither away if I was not watched. I don’t know why so many males seem to see me like the fragile rose in Beauty and the Beast, needing to be kept under protective glass to prevent me from wilting, but at this rate, I will be applying for retirement before I get a serious relationship. That’s part of the reason that I was interested in pursuing someone at my college. They didn’t see me as something to either fear or protect. And, well, despite turning into an ass, and the high probability of being the worst choice of my life, Jackson seemed like the perfect choice at the time. And he is gorgeous.

One of my godlike rescuers stirred awake, sat up, and looked at me with concern as he asked a series of rapid-fire questions, “Emma, how are you feeling? What were you doing with that man? How could you put yourself in that kind of situation? Do you know what would have happened to you if we hadn’t come along? What will your family say?”.

“Okay, Grant, wow that was a lot of questions to ask in three seconds. I feel like I was hit with a brick, and other than the obvious pain and embarrassment I am okay. Thank you for being there and coming to my rescue and yes, I know what was about to happen. Please don’t tell my family. I know it was stupid, but I have never done anything like that before and I can’t explain why.” By then, the other three had wakened and all four simultaneously asked, “Who was he, why were you with him?” I looked down at my hands as I rubbed them together like an anxious cricket and I am pretty sure that I was a shade of red previously unseen in the human species.

“Umm. He is one of my professors and advisors, but I have been dating him for the last several weeks. Last night, I was trying to tell him that I couldn’t see him anymore”. Again, simultaneously, “so, you tried to end things and he then tried to r**e you as a response?” I was fighting the tears ready to fall from my eyes at this point, “yes, it would seem so.” Again, as a group “Emma, we need you to be honest with us, please. Have you had s*x with him before?” I nearly launched at them then. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that question. Are they thinking he attacked me because I am a c**k tease? Are they thinking that if I am some kind of slut, in their opinion, that it isn’t as bad for someone to try to r**e me? Are they more upset with me or with him?

“Aarrgghh, does it really matter whether I did? Is it less wrong for someone to try to r**e someone if they have slept with them before or is it worse that he tried to r**e me because I told him that I wasn’t ready for s*x? And frankly, while I am grateful, how is this any of your business?” Grant got up and came closer to me and took my hand gently in his as he said “I’m sorry if we are upsetting you and no, it is wrong no matter what, but we worry about you and it would be wrong for someone in his position, and the fact that he was older if he had s*x with you is so much worse, but are you saying that you are still… a virgin? You’re still too young in our opinion, and even if dating him was a bad decision, if you were breaking up with him because you recognized that you are still too young for s*x, then that I commend you for, but I want to kill him for trying to do that to you.” I could barely focus on the questions and looks shooting at me from every direction after Grant took my hand. It felt a little bit like when you accidentally get a shock from static electricity, but pleasant. So pleasant. I looked at Grant when I felt it and for a brief second he seemed to hesitate, he looked like he felt it too.

Marcus then came closer as he asked, “How old is he, Emma?” I was hesitant to respond, “He was twenty-five when we first went out, but now he is twenty-six.” All sounded like angry animals as they simultaneously growled out “Twenty-six, you are fifteen years old, Emma, FIFTEEN”. “How old were you the first time that you went out with him, and under what circumstances?” “I was fifteen the first time that we went out.”. I squeaked out while looking down, ashamed of myself for being so stupid and knowing how bad this looked. I could only hope that this did not get back to my family, though part of me wondered if they would even care since it didn't happen close to home.

Why do these guys all sound like they are growling about this? I understand that they are disappointed with me, and angry with Jackson, but growling. Marcus, now, fully infuriated, growling, and so angry looking that he reminds me of those cartoons of wolves with the steam coming out of the ears. If it were not for how bad this was I would be amused that these guys are looking and sounding like cartoon wolves right now. Are all young men like this, or is it just the guys that are in my circle, because I would think that if men acted and sounded like wolves there would be more women and girls saying, no thanks and joining the kick men to the curb movement.

Marcus, failing to restrain himself as much as he tries continues to question Emma with his wolf just below the surface. “And, under what circumstances, Emma? Why would a twenty-five-year-old man think it was okay to ask out a fifteen-year-old?” “He took me out for my birthday.” Growling again, “So, you were barely even fifteen when he, your twenty-five-year-old professor thought it was okay to take you out???” “When he took me out, it started as just being for my birthday since I have no one that cares enough about me to ever bother to see me for my birthday. He was just being nice. At first, he said he couldn’t date me because of my age after he asked. I had to convince him that in three years our age difference would be nothing.” Again, with the growling, and yelling, “Are you kidding me? If he asked, you didn’t have to convince him? You have a sweet, angelic, baby face Emma, anyone with brains would assume you may be underage, he was probably manipulating you because he is a pervert. Other guys fight their attraction to you because you are too young to date anyone over seventeen. No decent guy over seventeen would date a fifteen-year-old and they sure as Hell would not try pressuring her into s*x. When did he first kiss you?” Considering their strong feelings about this so far I definitely did not want to answer that one, but they kept asking. “That night okay, he kissed me on my birthday.” Apparently, that was the last straw as all three of them yelled before storming out of the room.