Chapter 6: It's the least I can do

Amelia's POV

' "I told you. I would come back for you", the familiar raspy voice, growled in my ear. Panic rose in my chest. I couldn't move. It was as if bolders sat on my limbs. "I've been waiting for this moment. You thought the Chief could protect you?", he taunted, his sinsiter voice splayed agaisnt my skin, making it crawl.

I tried to scream, but when I opened my mouth, no noise came out. A malicious laugh bounced off the walls of the silent room. "A cat got your tongue? Oh wait. That was me", his laugh was manical as he held up a tongue for me to see. I thrashed frantically as tears streamed down my face. 

This can't be real. God help me. "No calling for help this time", he cackled. I thrashed harder. I am not going to die like this. '

I sat staight up in my bed, gasping for air. My hands frantically searched my body, feeling for signs of distress. 

Sunlight peeked through the cracks of the curtains. My bedside clock says 7am. My midterm is for 8:30, leaving me an hour and a half before I have to be there. I took a moment and sturdied my core. I climbed out of bed and walked over to my window that faced the street. 

The squad car was pulling off down the road. The Chief's black SUV had taken it's place. I had hoped that I would get up and all of it would have just been one big nightmare. That's not the case, though. Lucky me. 

I headed downstairs and started a pot of coffee. I grabbed a throw blanket from my couch and wrapped it around myself as I headed outside to the Chief's vehicle. I couldn't see through the windows due to the tint. So, I wasn't sure if he saw me approaching, until he rolled his window down. 

"Good morning, Amelia", he greeted with a grin. His voice was still laced with sleep, sending a tingle down to my core. "Good morning, Chief. Would you like a fresh cup of coffee?", I asked, looking up and down the street before making eye contact with him. 

"Jaxon. Only if you call me, Jaxon", he answered with a smirk. A blush creeped up my neck and face. "Well, Jaxon, come on. It's cold this morning", I mustered up the courage to say. A beautiful smile crossed his lips as he opened his door and rolled his window up at the same time. 

He followed me inside and locked the door behind us. "How did you sleep?", he asked, taking a seat at my coffee bar. "Uh, okay", I shrugged, grabbing us both a mug from the cabinet. "Just okay?", he questioned skeptically. "Yeah, considering", I answered, pouring coffe in our mugs. 

"You know it's normal to dream about it after, right? That's part of the healing process", he voice was just above a whisper. I scoffed, as I poured the second cup. "If part of the healing process is dreaming that he comes back for me and I can't escape. Then, yeah. I guess I'm healing", I said, setting the cup down in front of him.

"Thank you", he said, studying my face. "It's the least I can do", I muttered, stirring my creamer and sugar into my coffee. "You don't have to do anything", he frowned, pausing mid-sugar dip. I shrugged my shoulders as I took a sip of my coffee. 

"Seriously, Amelia. I'm doing my job. You don't have to make it up to me", he said with a serious tone. I nodded nonchalantly. "I have to go get ready for class. Make yourself at home", I uttered, taking my coffee with me, as I left him dumbstruck at the bar.