Don T Hug Me I'm Scared Characters Novels & Stories

You didn't do anything wrong" Fuck he's being scary. . .*

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and

Don’t let them see you. I didn’t want to look. Looking made it real. So I kept my face buried and counted breaths. In. Hold. Out. My borrowed legs shook. Human legs. The sea gave them to me. The sea would take them back. Sand shifted. A shadow fell. Hard feet struck stone. I lifted my face. And the fear broke. Because he was there. Not a monster. Tall. Blonde hair cut short, damp at the edges. Green eyes, dark and bright. Eyes that didn’t look away. Hector.

I was too scared to whisper the words, 'mate', for the fear of her. But it seemed like they caught on to what was going on, because the look on Aunt Kathy's face said it all. “You... Who are you?" Sophia asked pointing at me. “H-Hugh...Hugh Jacob." I swallowed hardly, and realized my palms were sweaty. She looked at Aunt Kathy and she just took a deep breath, holding her temple. “What are you doing here? You're in-." She stopped talking. She walked closer to me and it took every will in me not to move back. I don't know how she could be so intimidating.

And they're hugging eachother. I never saw this one coming.

My heart pounded as I took in the scary features of the guy. Oh boy. He clenched his jaw and raised his fist to hit me. I looked away, shielding my face with my hand as I awaited his punch. But I heard groans from him instead, making me look at him. I froze at the sight of the Don, gripping the scary guy's wrists. Everyone around took steps back as the Don looked my way. My heart fluttered in an amazed way. Princess, your knight in shining armor.

I swallowed hard. “Is that why you act this way? Is that why you treat Callum and the others like they don’t matter? Because you’re afraid that if your enemies see that you care, they’ll go after them?” He didn’t speak and avoided eye contact. I was right. I smirked. “You’re a coward, Hugo. A big scaredy-cat.” He glared at me for what I said, but I wasn’t intimidated. Someone had to tell him those words.

He was trying to act tough, but I could hear the vulnerability in him. “Stop hugging me.” I laughed, shit, I choked on my tears and squeezed him tighter. “You are a kid. My kid. You lttle shit.” “I’m not scared,” he said, too qu,ickly, like he was trying to convince both me and himself.

I hate him so much, I held my chest tight as I tried to stand up, he stared at me. "You need to stop fidgeting." I wanted to keep quiet but I couldn't. "I cannot help it, you are making it hard for me."I found myself crying "Are you scared of me?" He asked and my lips shut automatically, I didn't want to give him the benefit that I was sacred or weak. "When I ask you a question you should answer me. Are you scared of me?" He growled and I nodded. "Use your words." "Are you scared of me?"

From the crowd, one red hair, booby woman came to me and gets seated beside me. " Hello, handsome. Wanna hang out together?" I think she can't see my face clearly because of the dimly lit clubhouse. I turned on my phone's light and said," Do you still want to hang out with me? I might kill you for not performing well." " I-I'm sorry... Mr Brendon." That woman disappeared from my sight as a flash of light. So fast! So people are really scared of me. Should I be happy about or sad? It's good because I only want to be Eva and it's bad since Eva will think I'm a bad guy.