I Don't Feel Safe Anymore Novels & Stories

“Of course I do. Why would you ask that?” “Because I’m asking you to let me handle what’s out there,” he said, voice quiet. “I don’t want you looking over your shoulder every second. I want you to feel safe again.” I hesitated. “Safe” was a word I hadn’t known how to feel for a long time. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him — I did, with my life — but safety wasn’t something you could just hand to someone. It had to grow back slowly, if it ever did.

I say, picking at my fried rice. But it doesn't feel like home, nothing feels like home anymore. Julian is making his dinosaur fight with his trucks, completely absorbed. Marcus watches him for a moment then looks back at me. Home isn't always a place, sometimes it's just feeling safe with people who care about you. "I don't remember the last time I felt safe," the words slip out before I can stop them. Marcus's hand covers mine on the table, warm and steady. "You're safe now, I promise you that."

I can’t even think straight I am confused It feels like I don’t know what is going on in my life anymore. Why am I feeling the aura of a bad Omen. I don’t even know what to think anymore. He is just leaving me tensed by giving me no answers My head is turning around with so many questions and thoughts I don’t feel safe I feel suspicious of everything now. I just need answers. Why does Shawn seem so tensed about my safety. The way he said he messed up But everything was fine this morning.. Right?

Grabbing my chin, he guides my head upwards to look at him, his eyes, unwavering from mine. "Have you felt unsafe since you've been with me." My eyes drift from his, until I'm looking past him. Knowing that my confession will only hurt him. "It's not that I don't feel safe with you. It's more that I've never felt safe. If my past has taught me anything, it's that if I think I'm safe, and let my guard down, I become an easy mark for them. Anytime I've ever felt I was finally free from them, they always found a way to get to me. So honestly, I don't think I could ever feel safe. The closest feeling I've had to that, is whenever I'm in your arms. You make me feel safe."

My body felt heavy and weak. He was safe…my little boy was safe. But as the relief washed over me, a new, bitter realization settled in. This wasn't living…this constant fear, this perpetual state of alert, the need for safe houses and security guards and whispered warnings. This wasn't a life for Leo…I couldn't keep living like this, like a fugitive in my own home, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for the next attack. Something had to change…and it had to change now.

“I haven't signed anything yet, but I’m planning to check it out soon.” Silence settled briefly. “I just…” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Staying here… it doesn’t feel safe anymore.” Ava’s expression softened slightly. “You mean Silas,” she said quietly. “And Dustfield,” I added. “And everything tied to him. Being in the same town knowing he could just… show up whenever he wants? That doesn’t sit right with me anymore.” Ben leaned back in his chair, studying me thoughtfully. “Seattle’s a big move, Isla.”

“Leaving?” “For a few days,” I clarify. “Possibly longer.” “Ava—” “No,” I say again. “You don’t get to interrupt me anymore. Not after last night.” He swallows hard. “You’re not safe with me?” The question is quiet. Honest. Terrifying. “I’m not unsafe,” I reply. “But I don’t feel secure. And there’s a difference.” He drags a hand through his hair. “I would never do that again.”

"Where am I?" My words are hoarse, my throat dry and aching. He doesn’t answer immediately. His gaze flickers over me, assessing, calculating. "Safe," he finally says. Safe. The word should bring relief, but it doesn’t. Because I don’t know what safety is anymore. I start to panic. Maggie thought I’d be safe in the storeroom. I wasn’t. Mom thought she’d be safe with Dad. She wasn’t. The pack thought they’d be safe in their territory. They weren’t.

Everything feels like it’s spiralling out of control, and I don’t know how to stop it. As I step out of the car, I look around, the dark night closing in on me. Everything is quiet, but it doesn’t feel safe. Nothing feels safe anymore. I’m not just fighting for my own life—I’m fighting for Nathaniel’s, for our future. But with every step I take, it feels like the ground is crumbling beneath me.

"It's not stalking. It's... I don't know what it is." "It's not normal, whatever it is." "Nothing about my life is normal." Victoria sat down next to me and took my hands. "Jane, what do you want to do?" "I want to feel safe." "Do you feel safe here?" "Not anymore." "Do you want to move somewhere else?" "I don't know. Maybe." "Or do you want to face whoever is watching you?" "I don't know that either." "Jane, what does your heart tell you?" "My heart is confused."