As the doctors and nurses bustled around me, checking my vitals and asking questions, I felt a newfound sense of empowerment and determination. Trence stood by my side, holding my hand tightly and encouraging me. I couldn't hear the sound of the monitor or the people around me; at that moment, all I could hear was the beating of my heart, strong and steady. And as I looked into his eyes, I was filled with care and concern. Trence's genuine care and concern were like a beacon of light amid chaos. I clung to his words of encouragement like a lifeline, feeling reassured and strengthened by his presence. I should not feel this with Trence. My mind counters the feelings I am having right now. I am just hurt, and my mind is not in the right place to be developing feelings for someone. But no matter how hard I tried to deny it, Trence's presence brought comfort and solace in a way no one else could. His kindness and understanding penetrated through the walls I had built around myself, caus
"What do you mean I will live with you? I asked him, confused. "I mean, I can keep you safe here until we figure out a plan," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm. Looking into his eyes, I saw a glimmer of sincerity that made me believe he truly meant what he said. "Trust me, please." I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to trust my boss. But something in his demeanor made me feel like I had no choice. "Okay," I finally whispered, hoping my decision wouldn't haunt me. "But I can sleep at my best friend's house," I said when I remembered I had a friend I could call. "I understand, but it's not safe for you there right now," he said, concern evident in his eyes. "He can come back to you and hurt you again," Trence said. I felt a chill run down my spine at the thought of my boyfriend coming back to harm me. Trence was right—staying at my best friend's house wasn't a good idea. Deep down, I knew I needed to trust Trence and his offer to keep me safe. With a heavy heart, I agre
"Hey, wake up!" Someone shook me awake, and I opened my eyes to find myself safe in my bed, realizing it was all just a terrifying dream. The fear lingered, but I took a deep breath, grateful it was over. As I lay there, trying to calm my racing heart, I couldn't shake the feeling of his icy touch on my skin. The nightmare may have ended, but its impact lingered long after I woke up. I sat up in bed, feeling a shiver run down my spine as I tried to shake off the residual fear. The image of the man in my dream—his cold eyes and menacing smile—haunted me. I knew I needed to push the nightmare out of my mind and focus on the reality of the new day ahead. I took another deep breath, determined to start fresh and not let the lingering fear hold me back. "Are you alright?" Trence asked, concern evident in his voice as he reached out to touch my hand. I nodded. "You are having a nightmare," he stated, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. I smiled weakly. "I'm okay now; it's just a ba
Why would I ask myself? Did he mean I'm the one he is talking about, his girlfriend? As we entered the grand foyer, I couldn't help but be in awe of the luxurious surroundings. The marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and the walls were adorned with beautiful artwork. Trence led me through the spacious living room, where plush furniture and elegant decor filled the space. I couldn't believe this was where he lived, and I felt excited and nervous about staying with him. Trence must have noticed my wide-eyed expression because he chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I promise I won't bite." I couldn't help but hide in his chest. So he wouldn't see my red face. I felt he was putting me down. He took me down from the wheelchair. "Let's get you settled in," Trence said as he gently guided me toward the house. As we continued through the house, Trence showed me the stunning kitchen with its state-of-the-art appliances and the cozy study filled with books and a large desk. I couldn'
She is holding a box of cake. Her smile drops when she sees who opened the door. I quickly regained my composure and tried to mask my surprise with a friendly smile. "Hi?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "What are you doing here?" she said, racing her one eyebrow.What is her name again? Juls? Julie? "Are you a thief?!" She pushed the door hard, so I was thrown a bit by what she did and sat on the floor. She quickly ran past me into the house, leaving me confused and shocked. I realized then that she must have mistaken me for someone else. She looked at me angrily, letting me know she had misunderstood the situation. "I'm not a thief," I clarified. I tried to find the correct answer. What should I say if Trence lets me live with him? I need to clear this up before it gets out of hand. I must find a way to explain the situation to this woman and make things right. "I will call the security guard!" she hysterically dialed her phone. I could see the fear and distrust in her eyes
I was still determining where I was, so I asked the guard what place this was. He told me the name of the subdivision, but I still couldn't figure out where exactly I was. Louie reassured me that he would come and find me, telling me to stay put and not to worry. Relief flooded through me as I hung up the phone, knowing that help was on the way. I sat down on the curb and waited, grateful for Louie's friendship and willingness to help me in my time of need. I don't care if Drenver can find me at Louie's house. I just need to have a peaceful mind in the meantime. My mind is not in the right place to think about what will happen in the next few hours. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on staying calm and trusting that everything would work out. I was tired of all the events that have happened to me recently, like when I became unlucky. Just as I began to relax, the sound of a car pulling up outside broke the silence. My heart raced at the thought of Drenver finding me,
"You seemed to have had a great sleep." He touched my face. I flinched at his touch, the memory of the nightmare still fresh in my mind. "Come back with me, babe," he pleaded, but I couldn't shake the fear that had consumed me. Am I dreaming? Is this another nightmare I'm having? The room felt suffocating, and the air was heavy with tension. I struggled to understand what was real and a figment of my imagination. I turned my face away from his touch. "Why are you here?" I said nervously in my voice. "I'm just dreaming," I whispered to myself, but Drenver's face was inches away from my face. I slightly slapped my face, but the feeling of his breath against mine was too real to be a dream. My heart raced as I tried to piece together what was happening. "Let's go home, Babe," he told me, trying to grab my hand. I avoided his touch. I moved away from him. I crawled on the bed until I fell on the other side of the room. I pressed myself against the wall. "Don't come any closer!" I sai
"I'm sorry," he replied softly, his gaze never leaving mine. "I will not do it again, I promise." His sincerity was evident, but I knew that rebuilding trust would take time and effort from both of us. It was a long road ahead, but his willingness to make amends gave me hope for our future together. As we sat in silence, the tension between us slowly dissipated. I could see his regret in his eyes, and I knew he truly meant his words. Taking a deep breath, I held his hand, feeling a sense of connection that had been missing for so long. Despite the pain of the past, I knew that we could overcome this obstacle together. It was a daunting task, but I believed we could rebuild what had been broken with patience and understanding. Our love was worth fighting for, and I wanted to give him another chance. He smiled softly, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he squeezed my hand back. "Let's go inside." I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of hope and determination. We walked towards the door,