It started snowing heavily the next day. Soon the earth was completely covered in white. Baron stayed home, dwelling in his own self pity that he yet again had forgotten to ask for her last name or number. He had let her slip through his fingers once more and he was frustrated.

He had been zapping through channels all evening, giving up on every show he had tried to watch on tv. His mind just couldn't concentrate on anything. He looked at his phone and saw it was close to midnight. With an unsatisfied grunt he turned off the tv and dropped the remote on the table in front of him.

He turned his head in surprise as the doorbell rang. Who on earth could be stopping by at this late hour? He pushed himself up from the couch and slowly made his way through the house.

He was taken aback at the sight of her when he opened the front door. There she was standing in nothing more than a white set of underwear, matching the snow, like a perfect angel on a picture. If it hadn't been for her uncontrollable shaking and her lips that were starting to turn a pale blue, he would have leaned back and enjoyed the sight. But this was not a painting and this was not enjoyable. This was real and she looked like she was about to freeze to death standing in the snow with bare feet.

"Erin? Shit!" He burst out.

He quickly took a step forward, grabbed her arm and got her inside. She was so unbelievable cold.

"What the hell happened? Why are you outside in this weather in nothing but your underwear?" He asked concerned.

She couldn't answer as she stood there shivering in front of him, looking like she was about to pass out. He quickly lifted her up and held her cold body against his while he carried her out to the bathroom.

"We gotta get your warmed up," he said in a soft tone as he put her down on her feeth.

He held on to her with one arm while turning on the shower.

"I got you," he said as he got her her under the water and followed too, not caring that his clothes got soaked.

All that mattered right then and there was her. He held on to her as he slowly felt her getting warmer. He got her out of her underwear and managed to get his own clothes off too while still holding on to her. He didn't dare to let go off her, afraid she might drop to the ground.

Once she was warm again and her skin back to a more normal colour, he turned off the water and dried them both. She still hadn't said a word but she allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Again he lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom where he laid her down on the bed. He was fast next to her, pulling the covers over them both, wrapping his arms tightly around her, pulling her as close to his chest as he could.

"What happened, kitten?" He asked softly down in her hair.

A few seconds passed before she finally answered.

"I told him I didn't love him anymore," he said.

A warmth unlike any other spread inside Baron and he squeezed his arms around her a little tighter.

"He tore my clothes off and told me to stand outside until I got my head straight again," she continued.
"How long were you out there?" He asked.
"As long as it took to get here. I didn't stay there for one second. I finally feel like my head is straight for the first time in a very long time," she answered.
"I like the sound of that, kitten," he said and kissed the top of her head.

She turned her head up and looked at him. He could get lost in those eyes forever.

"Can I stay here?" She asked nervously.
"Of course," he answered.
"Just for a couple of days until I figure something out," she added.
"Forget that, kitten. You're not leaving this house again," he said with a smile before bowing his head down to kiss her.

She woke up the next day by him running his nose against her cheek, gently poking her with it. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over her, trying to wake her up.

"Uh!" She let out annoyed and tried pushing his head away.

He chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Come on, kitten, you gotta get up before Corey gets here," he said.

She opened her eyes and gave him a frustrated look.

"Why would you invite him this early?" She asked.
"Because we're going to get your stuff," he answered.

She suddenly felt wide awake and sat up quickly, looking at him in disbelief. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulled her up on his lap and gently rocked her back and forward a little.

"Hey, relax, you're not alone. We're both going with you," he said.
"I don't wanna see him," she said.
"I know but you have to. Just this one last time. We'll be there all the way. He won't get near you at all," he assured her.
"But I have nothing to wear," she said.
"Corey borrowed some clothes from his sister. You're about the same size," he said.
"You thought about everything, didn't you?" She said.
"Of course. When it comes to you, I'm always gonna be a step ahead. Can't have you running away from me again," he said.

"Baron?" Corey's voice sounded through the house.
"In the bedroom!" Baron called back.

He gently sat her back down on the bed.

"Just getting the clothes for you. Can't have him come running in here and see what's mine, can we now?" He said and winked.

He walked out of the bedroom and met Corey there. Shortly after he came back in and handed her a set of clothes. She quickly got changed and gave him a nervous look.

"I still don't think..." She started.
"We're doing this," he said firmly.

They sat in the back seat together while Corey drove. He held her hand and felt how she started shaking more and more the closer they got. She was a mess to look at when Corey stopped the car in front of the house.

"Relax," Baron said and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm so fucking scared," she said.
"I know but we're here with you," he said.

She looked down and nodded and all three stepped out of the car. He kept a firm grip on her hand as they made the way to the front door. His thumb brushed over the back of her hand once they reached the door. She grabbed the handle, expecting the door to still be locked, but it opened to her surprise. She took a step backwards and sucked in a sharp breath. He didn't allow her to get away though. He just kept holding her hand while stepping inside the house with her following after him and Corey in the end.

"Who the hell are you? Get the fuck out of my house!" Palmer yelled.

Baron let go off her hand and strode fast towards Palmer. His hand came up around the man's throat and he slammed him up against the wall hard.

"Get your stuff, Erin," Baron growled, never taking his eyes or hand off Palmer.

She quickly ran to the bedroom and started packing her clothes. Once out of sight, Baron tightened his grip, making Palmer gasp for air, while he leaned in so they were practicually nose to nose.

"Now, you listen here, you son of a bitch. If you ever get near her, touch her, contact her, look at her or as much as even think of her, I'm gonna come back here and kill you. Do you understand?" Baron growled.

Palmer started shaking and nodded slowly. Baron dragged him away from the wall and slammed him hard up against it again, making his head bounce back as it hit the wall.

"I said, do you understand?" Baron growled again.
"Ye... yes!" Palmer whimpered.

"I'm ready," her voice sounded.

Baron turned his head and saw her standing with two bags. He let go off Palmer's throat and walked over to her, taking the bags from her with one hand while putting his other hand on her back.

"Let's go home," he said and led her out of the house.

"Damn, Baron, you sure marked your territory back there," Corey chuckled once they were on the road again. "I thought you were about to piss all over the house just to make your point perfectly clear."
"If that had been necessary, I would have," Baron said and looked at her.

Corey looked at them in the rear view mirror, seeing the looks they both had in their eyes as Baron moved closer to put his arm around her and kiss her forehead. It was clear they had just done the right thing in getting her out.

"You finally caught your kitten," he said.

Baron looked up and met Corey's eyes in the rear view mirror.

"I finally caught my kitten," he agreed before looking at her again. "And she's never getting away again."