The truth

Blake’s Pov

Em is sleeping for three hours straight now. The wind has picked up and a massive storm is brewing. I kept checking if she was okay and that the swelling didn’t get worse. She refuses to go to a hospital, and for god knows why she’s a nurse and most of the people at the ED know what happened in her past, okay I think only Linda does, and I know her worse fear is being weak, but sometimes being weak is not a bad thing, well in my eyes. I grew up learning that being weak is your worse enemy, until I met Emily, and saw that being weak comes with passion and love and dependence. That’s all I ever wanted.

I closed her with a blanket when someone knocked on the door. It’s nearly midnight who in the world would come here this time.

The knocking became louder when I rush to the door before the fucking noise woke up Emily.

“What in the world are you doing here?” I asked when my moth