AN: I forgot to say thing in the last Chapter. "I need to thank my head editor, and BFF, Liddy Rose. Without whom this would be a major suck fest" (SHE MADE ME WRITE THOSE EXACT WORDS) I am not good at the editing, she rocks at it, (she got a 100% on a state reading exam when the highest possible grade is a 98%) so she’s helping me.

Gwen’s POV

When reached my house I took a deep breath before I started towards my front door. “I hate lying to her.” I sighed sadly. I turned to look at Trent.

“I hate to say it but...who am I kidding? I love to say it! It's your fault.” He said smugly. I just looked down. “Ok here’s the story.” He said. “We were on a date. I left to use the bathroom, I came back and saw a man approach you and grabbed you, then he attempted to rape you. I played hero, beat him up before he could do anything that we have rights to call the police for and I take you home. Got it.?”

“Fine, but how do we explain this dress?” I asked.

“You saw this dress you really liked in a store, I bought it for you, and you put it on. Not all of that is a lie...” He trailed off. I sighed again. I just hope my mom buys it.

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“Gwen where the hell….oh my god. Gwen what happened to you?” my mom frantically asked looking at me, grabbing me in a hug like she hasn’t seen me in years. “Who are you?” my mother asked, glaring intensely at Trent.


“Miss Ligar, my name's Trent and I'm Gwen’s boyfriend. We went out and I excused myself for a moment so I could use the bathroom and when I came back, this man was attempting to rape her.” Trent explained holding me. If we weren't trying to convince my mom, I’d pushed him off.

“I’m going to call the police.” My mom said.

“It's no use mom, they got called to scene when it happened, and since he didn’t really...you know...do anything ...and because Trent beat him up we can't really charge him on anything.” I said looking down, trying my best to sound like I knew what I was talking about.

“Ughhh, Gwen, I love you so much, are you sure we can’t press charges or anything?” My mom questioned, her voice cracked and sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“Mom, if we did he could probably charge us back. I know it looks bad, but if you saw what Trent did to him you'd be surprised his attorneys aren't at our doorstep right now." I said in a working attempt at calming my mother, who looked lightened to hear my fictional attacker ‘got what was coming’ as some would say.

“Alright honey. Do you need me to get you some ice or bandages or anything" my mom asked.


"No mom, but thank you, I love you very much" I said, giving her a big hug.


“Thank you so much for helping her, Trent. I have no idea what I'd have done if anything EVER happened to her. When did you two start dating?” my mom asked Trent.

“I actually met her just yesterday, and we started today.” Trent said. “Well I better be off, don't want to worry my parents too.” Trent said. “Good night Miss. Ligar. Good night Gwen.” Trent said. Before he left he gave me a delicate kiss on the cheek, which made my cheeks flush red and hot.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go to the cops?” my mom asked. I shook my head. “Was it him?” my mom asked. “Did he try to...?” I cut her short by shaking my head.

“He seemed like a nice enough boy..." my mom commented after Trent left and we were both inside.

"I suppose so" I replied.

“One more thing. What’s that bandage on your neck?” she asked. Shit…. “Oh I get it. Let me see what the pig did.” My mom said reaching for the gauze.

“Mom!” I exclaimed, pretty much slapping her hand away. She looked at me, surprised. "I'm sorry mom, but, like, its a scratch he gave me, and if you take off the gauze it'll get infected , sorry for slapping your hand, but right now I really just need to take a warm bath and get some sleep, love you."

“Alright sweetheart, I love you too. I need to go to work now, but if you want I can stay home.” My mom replied. My mom works hard to support my brother and me. She works 2 jobs and is a huge penny pincher. She can’t stay home especially when I’m fine.

“No, I’m fine. If I need you I’ll call. I promise. I love you” I said. She kissed my cheek and walked out the door. When I heard her car start up, I walked upstairs and began to run the bath.

I slid off the dress and stepped into the warm bathtub. After a good hour or so, I turned on the drain and stepped out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and covered myself before turning the fan on, the breeze it gave off when just as calming as the bath itself. As I began to lotion my face before it dried out the steam from the hot water began to clear. I looked in the clearing mirror and began to recover my neck. I can't believe I let him do that. NEVER again.

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I got ready for bed and quickly fell asleep. I didn’t want to go to school tomorrow and I am sure my mom would let me skip. How the hell do I explain or hide a huge gauze on my neck? I snuggled into my cozy sheets and pillows and began to doze off into sleep.

Trent’s POV

Ok so as soon as I dropped Gwen off I went to her bedroom window and entered her room. I hid in her closet and waited for her, I know how creepy that sounds. When she walked into her room she was wearing nothing but a towel and began to change. I wasn’t expecting that. When she dropped the towel I was debating whether I should look away or enjoy the sight. I never get a chance to choose because as soon as the thoughts came to mind the lights went out.

I feel like such a freak spying on her like this. But the queen isn’t safe alone. She must never find out either. Its best if she didn’t know, let her believe that when she’s home she cane be alone.

Tomorrow I will be with her every second of the day. Queens are never meant to leave the hide out, plus she’s still human, so I must watch her extra carefully.

She began to stir in her sleep and I froze up. I am usually so quite not even a mouse could hear me. Did she hear me?

“Trent….” She whispered. My eyes widened in shock. Crap she knows I’m here. She turned over in bed, now she was facing the closet and I could see her beautiful face illuminated in the pale silver glow of the moon shining through her window.

“…..Trent.” she whispered again. I'm confused. Her eyes are closed and she’s talking…wait. Is she dreaming about me? I can’t tell since my mind reading wore off now, so I have no clue.

She breathed my name again except this time she smiled when she finished. Then she never said my name again. It’s killing me. I want to know what she was thinking about. Was it me? What did I do that made her smile? I must find out. But how with out giving away the fact I spent the night in her closet.