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A microchip feels aggressive but I’m not about to argue with him when he’s like this.

The video speeds up and the next thing we see is Sadie throwing the door open, moving shit to barricade herself inside the office . Herbreathing is frantic and even with the small video it’s clear how she’s upset.

We can’t see who is on the other side but Paxton’s chair gets moved and she’s diving under the desk like she is trying to find a place that feels safe.

I don’t like this.

I don’t like seeing our girl curled in a ball and trembling with obvious fear. The way her lips are moving like she’s having a conversation with someone, her hands over her ears as she blocks out whatever noise she is hearing.

She’s terrified.

And then she freezes.

A heavy sob leaves her throat and she crawls out from where she was hiding under the desk. A wet puddle there because she was so scared that she-

“Oh Sadie darlin’.” Jace’s voice is laced with the heartbreak that we’re all feeling.

Watching her sobbing, cleaning herself up with tissues and changing out of her wet clothes is going to be burned into my mind for the rest of my life.

I never want her to feel like this again.

Her sobs and tremors make me want to wrap myself around her, kiss her dozens of times and remind her how perfect and special our girl is.

All I can think about was how we prioritized work over our omega and how I would never, ever do that again. There would be other projects and things we could pursue. We had made enough money to be comfortable. Sadie was worth it. More than anything else. She was what truly matters.

Cam is rubbing his chest harder now and it’s like I get sympathy pains because it feels like my heart is shattering too. No one should feel like that, especially our fucking girl. It feels like torture watching her try to put herself together when she’s struggling so much.

We watch as Sadie crawls out the window and how just minutes later we show up, out of screen and just out of our reach.

Wejustmissed her.

The four of us are quiet as everything we just saw sinks in deeper.

None of us know what to even say because we just watched the girl that I’m sure we’re all falling for just break apart when we weren’t with her.

Someone had made her feel unsafe in a place that she should have felt safe in. Someone had triggered her in a way that shattered our girl and we hadn’t been there to beat the ever living fuck out of the asshole.

To see her so terrified.

Awful.

“We should go to the mall,” The words come out of my mouth, earning me a glare from Paxton, “Sadie is going to act like this didn’t happen. She doesn't know about the cameras. She doesn’t know we know something happened here.” They all are thinking about it but they know it’s true.

Sadie doesn’t want anyone to think she’s weak. Or that she might need help.

She got so used to doing everything alone that now she doesn’t always understand how to lean on us to carry some of the weight with her. We don’t expect her to just hand over everything to us but we want her to know she can share as much as she wants and that we can handle that.

“You’re right,” Cameron says. He looks at the window she crawled through and squeezes his eyes shut.

When Cameron used to have PTSD flashbacks, when we first discharged, his mouth would move just like Sadie’s had been doing. We had found him on more than one occasion, shoved in a closet in a ball as he mouthed the situation silently. In his head it was full volume.

He sees her pain and feels it as real as he feels his own.

We’re going to need a bigger bed because I’m sure we’re going to be all together tonight.

No one is going to leave Sadie alone.

No one is going to leave Cam alone.

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