Punch.
I groan as he lays into me harder, his fists colliding hard with my face and stomach. He shakes his fist from the force of his punch, bouncing backwards on his heel, his adrenaline blowing through the roof.
Emily's POV -I've lost count on how many times I woke in the night breaking out in cold sweats. Every dream always ended with Jake standing in front of me, his hand clutching a gun before he raised it and pulled the trigger.
Emily's POV -I suck in a breath, my vision blurry as I hurry around my room, throwing clothes into a bag. All I can think about is Jake with his gun, the terror he bought me and everyone else in that club. . .
I watch as his old sports car chugs to a halt in front of me and he turns off his engine. He opens the driver door before stepping out slowly, his arms outstretched. I immediately fall into them, his comfort sealing over my pain a little."Shh Elly, it's going to be okay.""Oh Grandad, it's all
My head vibrates and I groan, my eyes twitching in the morning sun. I reach under my pillow and pull out my phone, glancing at the screen.Unknown Caller ID.I frown and answer it, sitting up straighter in my bed.
I make my way to the living room and collapse onto the couch, letting my bag slide to the floor. Shutting my eyes, I immediately feel sleep wash over me and I sigh contently, cuddling further into the soft fabric.It has been alongday.I pull
Jake's POV -Tobias stands and walks to the door silently before closing it over. He turns back towards me, his posture straight and his eyes dark.
Jake's POV -"Tobias, get the door.""No, you get it," Tobias hits back, sounding irritated. We're both sprawled out in the living room, aimlessly watching the television.
Emily's POV -Goodnight Muffin, sleep tight xMy heart warms at his affectionate goodnight