The stick snaps and I scream.
                          
Two hands push me back down in a hurry, holding my shoulders tight. I shoot my eyes open, ready to shoot bullets with them. They lock with his, and I immediately stop. His eyes dart over me, panic slicing through them as it mixes with worry. 
                          
"I'll tell you what, I'm going to take you home, but I need to pick you up-"
                          
I grab his shoulder, squeezing it as I send him a warning glare, "Don't you dare take me home." He pauses for a second, his eyebrows furrowing before nodding. I let out a yelp of pain when his arm falls under my back and knees. He tenses for a moment as he whispers a sorry. 
                          
I shriek again as he pulls me up, his arm pushing my splinters in further. 
                          
"Holy crap it hurts!" I mutter, shutting my eyes as I bite back another scream. 
                          
The pain intensifies when he takes a step, and I notice his eyes cloud with worry. "Hold on," He whispers, before sprinting further into the woods. 
                          
I shove my fist into my mouth, hoping for the pain to make me black out. 
                          
It doesn't, instead the world grows hazy as objects blur together. 
                          
*
                          
I hear the door burst open, or did it break open? The sound of wood snapping was all I could hear as Sam ushered me in. I didn't know where, my first guess was a hospital. But as a strangely familiar wooden decoration crosses my gaze, I feel my heart start to beat rapidly. I want to scream, to punch my way out of his arms. 
                          
I don't want to be in his home, I don't want to be anywhere near Xavier!
                          
I try to move my lips, to shout at Sam for bringing me here, but instead a small breath escapes my lips. He glances down however, worry still thick in his gaze, but he tilts his head back up and takes a long breath before shouting the one name I didn't want to hear. 
                          
"Xavier! Goddamn it! I need your help!" 
                          
The shuffling of footsteps echo and with each thud a pulse of pain shoots in my head. I desperately try to shake my head, to beg for Sam to take me anywhere else, but my lips don't move, my body continues to stay as still as a statue. 
                          
But as a muscular, 6 foot four teenage boy with the most amazing amber eyes and golden skin walks in; I know my heart is still beating, because it skips a beat. I watch as he halts, his eyes widening as a strange look crosses them before his shoulders harden and he stares bullets through Sam. 
                          
"Why the hell is she here!" He shouts; his voice would have made me jolt if I wasn't motionless. Sam shoots back the same stare. Andrew rushes in, a towel wrapped around his waist and a phone in his hand, he drops it immediately before rushing toward me. 
                          
Given the situation, is it bad I was hoping his towel would not fall off when he did so? 
                          
"What even happened?" Connor asks, his body rigid as he stares at mine. Xavier huffs as others fill the room, their gaze darting between Xavier and me, confusion lining their features. 
                          
Xavier how ever, glances between his pack and me, before finally staring at the floor. I swear I can see the cogs moving in his brain. 
                          
"Fine, I'll help," He whines, shuffling toward me, his eyes darkening as Sam places me on the kitchen counter. 
                          
Panic rises within me, as I imagine butcher knives being taken from the kitchen. 
                          
"Andrew, get a cloth, Connor grab a shirt," He orders, pointing fingers before washing his hands, avoiding eye contact completely. Connors eyebrows curve together before his eyes widen, he shakes his head before muttering a cuss word and walking away. Andrew however, rushes to find a cloth straight away, his eyes flickering with panic and worry as he sprints.