I Don't Feel Safe Anymore Novels & Stories

I left out the part where this would be good for business, especially once we were married. Everyone was fighting me right now, but if I could win this, it would mean they’d all want to be on my good side. Still, no matter how much logic I applied, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that this whole deal was rotting me from the inside out. But it was too late to back down now. “Is it safe?” Her soft, soothing voice pulled me back to reality, and I managed a faint smile. “There’s no such thing as safety anymore,” I said honestly. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes blinked several times, processing that truth.

I asked. She laughed once, quietly, empty. “Safe? I don’t even remember what that feels like. For as long as I can remember, we were fighting. My father was struggling to find a way to pay off your debt, and before that, it was lavish. Then at a certain point, I believe that I was a child. A child does not know what it is to feel unsafe if they have a mother who would do everything to protect them. And I know that my mother did her best against all the odds that were set in front of her.” Something inside me shifted, unsteady. I took a step toward her before I could stop myself. “Tell me,” I said, quieter now. “What do I have to do to make you feel safe here?”

Because lying here, pretending I’m safe It doesn’t feel real. Not anymore. “I’m not safe,” I whisper, the words barely audible. They hang in the air is heavy Because saying them out loud makes them real, and I hate that. I hate that she took that from me. That sense of ease. That sense of normal. Now everything feels like a question. Everyone feels like a possibility. I look down at my hand resting on my stomach again. My fingers tremble slightly. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” I whisper softly.

Just breathing. Eventually, I speak again, quieter this time. “Do you think it ever stops feeling strange?” His hand pauses slightly. “What?” “All of this,” I gesture faintly with my free hand. “Family. Safety. People not trying to kill us. Waking up without expecting something to go wrong first.” There’s a pause long enough that I think he might not answer. Then— “No,” he says honestly. “But it becomes less loud and intimidating." I turn my head slightly to look at him. “That’s not comforting.”

Neither of us said a word, but I felt it—the world tilting under our feet, the past rushing up to claim us. Somewhere out there, someone was watching. And this time, they’d made it clear: nothing we did was safe, not even love.

“You are already staying; what do you mean?” “Trust me I was staying to get healed and planned to leave afterwards cause it became unsettling but I feel like I'm now part of your life, and Daniela seem to be the only friend I now have, and trusting is a little impossible too” I stopped to breathe; I was talking a little too far. His expression shifted, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Calm down,” he said. “Are you sure? After everything that’s happened” “I’m sure,” I interrupted. “I know it’s dangerous, and I know it’s not logical. But I don’t feel safe anywhere else. And I think… I think you don’t either; leaving will just make you worried about me.

“It felt so real.” Oakley nods. “Nightmares do.” Colton’s voice softens. “But it wasn’t real. Not tonight. Not here.” Samarah presses against me. He’s right. I wipe at my eyes, embarrassed. “I hate this.” Oakley gives a small, sad smile. “I know.” Colton shifts closer, but still doesn’t touch me. “You’re safe now.” The words hit something deep inside me. Safe. I haven’t felt safe in years.

Out of guilt. “I feel so safe with you” he added. That word feels like someone pressed ice against my skin. Safe. The one thing Daniel said I didn’t give him, the same word Daniel threw at me like a blade. “You don’t make me feel emotionally safe.” I swallow. Hard. My chest burns. We stay on the phone in the dark, just breathing into each other’s silence.Safe.

“Okay. But if anything else happens, you need to let me know. Right away.” “I will.” He leaned back in his chair. “How do you feel about being here?” I paused. “Different.” “In what way?” “Like… I want to be here. But at the same time, I feel like I shouldn’t be. Like it’s dangerous now.” “Do you feel unsafe with me?” “No. That’s the odd part. You’re the only place I do feel safe.” He nodded slightly. “Sometimes when we start healing, the world outside feels more threatening. We’re no longer numb to it. We’re waking up.”

I am shaking when I press the doorbell at It is already past midnight and I have circled the city twice before I came here. I could have gone to any of the hotels. Could have called Jared and apologized. Could have stayed at my condo. But no. I come here. To him. I am tired of the paranoia. The constant checking of my phone. The waking up in cold sweats. That damn call that still plays in my head, on repeat, Someone close to you is planning to ruin you. And I don’t know who. I don’t know what they have. And I hate it. I need to feel safe again.