Chapter Fourty One

Jemima's POV

I threw myself at him and he tightly wrapped his arms around me."What's wrong Jemima?"

" I just want it to go away.It hurts..." I said between choked sobs."Tell me what's wrong?"

"I just don't want to see him..."He pulled me back and held me at shoulder length.

"Did anyone hurt you,molest you or do anything stupid to you?Tell me and I will deal with whoever is making you cry..."There was something about his gaze that made me feel safe.

"I think I need black coffee..." I forced a smile.

"Here, wipe your tears away..." He took a white neatly folded handkerchief from his denim...