"Are you sure it's okay if I stay here?" I ask one more time. I don't want to be a bother and the thought makes me cringe.

"Yes, my dad won't mind and I definitely don't mind a pretty girl like you staying here." He smiles before finding me sheets and a pillow. 

Staying at a motel seems to be my only option and frankly, it's the only thing I want to do. Going back into the mess I made makes my stomach turn.

"You okay?" he asks and the way his voice sounds at the words reminds me of Jace who I desperately miss.

"Yeah." I simply say. I look around the small room, the bathroom is right across from me, a small chair stands in front of a large bed.

"So this is my room?"

"Sure is." He says with a long gaze.

"I really enjoyed tonight." He says and I nod.

"Me too."

"I'll leave you to it then. Goodnight—"

"Do you mind staying just a little longer?" I ask. I don't want the thoughts getting to me and I know there's no way I'll fall asleep now.

"Of course." He says, more than willingly.

"Is something wrong?" his grey eyes look up at me but I shake my head.

"Maybe." I breathe out.

"I don't know what to do." I blurt out.

"What do you mean?" he asks, his eyes scanning my every facial feature.

"I don't know, forget it." I giggle.

"I'm always here if you want to talk about it." He smiles and I nod.

"Thank you, I don't know why I feel so giggly." I blurt out again.

"Sedatives." He says and my stomach twists and turns.

"W—what?" I ask, my heart dropping into my stomach. My throat feels dry and I feel like all of the air has been sucked out of my lungs.

"Yeah, I slipped some into the drink earlier, you were way too tense." He explains and I start to feel sick.

"What?" I repeat, hoping I'm dreaming.

"Don't worry I'm not going to do anything, I just thought we could get to know each other." He smiles but I feel sick to my stomach. 

His thick hand rests on my thigh and I can't muster enough strength to take it away from me.

"Don't be scared." He says, his grey eyes staring right into mine, they don't look so handsome anymore. He leans in closer

but I find myself leaning backward, everything about him repels every cell in my being.

"Get the fuck off her!" Miles yells at the top of his lungs, rushing into the room. I'm both grateful and scared. 

He storms into the room and picks Hayden up from the bed by his t-shirt before slamming him against the wall. He balls his other fist before slamming it as hard as he can into Hayden's face.

"If I ever catch you near her again, I will smash my foot against your skull," Miles says harshly, looking right into Hayden's eyes.

"Now get the fuck out of this room!" Miles yells and Hayden runs out, leaving only the two of us there.

"Miles?" My voice comes out as a squeak.

"What did he give you?" he runs to me before squatting down right in front of me.

"Sedatives."

"Do you know which kinds?" he asks, his familiar hazel eyes looking right up at me. I shake my head and my voice comes out as an almost whisper, "I don't know." 

Having Miles rush into the room, saving me from whatever was escalating to happen has made me feel safer tonight that anything else has and I'm grateful for him.

"Okay." He says before cradling me with his strong arms. The cold air greets me and I feel a little better, but the way he carries me down the few steps makes me dizzier than I was in the motel room.

"Why didn't Jacob come?" I ask as he puts me in the front seat of the Lamborghini.

"He, uh . . . he didn't want too." He says quickly and my heart sinks just a little.

Jacob's POV

"Where the hell is he?" Chrissy squeals.

"I don't know, calm down," I say for probably the tenth time tonight.

"How are you feeling?" she asks as I sit down at the island.

"I don't know." I sigh.

"you?" I ask and she gives me a weird expression.

"Jacob I—" the door opening cuts her off and I immediately run towards it.

"What the hell happened?" I ask harshly, my eyes scanning Madison who looks to be unconscious in his arms, her eyes are closed and her whole face looks droopy.

"Nothing." He says before attempting to carry her up the stairs.

"Miles!" I yell.

"I'm carrying your girlfriend to rescue, you really stopping me right now?" He asks, his dark eyes biting at my soul.

"Let me have her," I argue but he shakes his head and walks up the stairs. I want to rip my hair out. I rush after him, making the bed ready for her.

"Chrissy get her water," I say and she scrambles into the kitchen. Miles lies her down onto the perfectly made bed.

"Now tell me what the fuck happened," I say, pushing at his shoulder. He takes a good second to make sure Chrissy isn't near us.

"Hayden." He simply says and I feel my teeth biting harshly at my inner cheek.

"He didn't—" I attempt.

"No, he only grazed at her thigh." He informs me and relief washes through my body like water in a stream.

"Come on Chrissy," Miles says as he travels down the stairs. He's a pathetic piece of shit. Madison is laying on the bed unconscious and he doesn't give a fuck. The door slams shut and I'm finally alone with her.

"Madison?" I whisper, stroking her forehead gently.

"Miles?" she asks and the knife in my stomach twists.

"No, it's Jacob." I simply say, looking up at the ceiling. I take a deep breath before looking back at her. Madison slightly opens her eyes to look at me. I smile at her and her lips part but close again.

"What happened?" She asks.

"You passed out for a while, but you should be okay now," I say, holding her hand but she flinches away. I clench my jaw, hoping not to break anything in this room.

"Hayden." She says before attempting to sit up.

"Careful, Madison," I say, placing a few pillows behind her. She grabs the glass of water beside me and takes a small cute sip. I can't help but stare at the girl despite what happened.

"I felt so scared." She says her voice small, making me want to murder him.

"He won't get near you again, I'll make sure," I say with a smile.

"Thank you, Jacob." She musters, holding her hand over mine before abruptly taking it away.

"it's okay," I say but her eyes keep looking down at her hands.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs.

"Madison," I say, tilting her head up to face me.

"It's okay," I say again, and this time I receive a small smile before she goes back into looking down at her hands.

"It really isn't Jacob. I'm sorry." She repeats.

"You don't deserve—"

"You've had enough today, get some rest. We should head home soon." I say and she gives me a small before her slim fingers entangle themselves between mine.