CORRIE

My eyes casted down at Emmette, his eyes swollen but still locked on to mine. I had wrapped my arms around him after pretty much untying him pulling him close as I perched my knees to the floor clinging to him. Which surprised me because I thought either one of the men in the room would have been against that since Kennedy left.

My free hand hesitated touching his roughed up face, with how big the bruise was, I knew this was Kennedy's doing. Just Looking at it, hurt so I wonder how Emmette could just lay in my arms smiling.

I slowly retracted my hand, only for Emmette...