I Don't Feel Safe Anymore Novels & Stories

That meeting, for one thing, is something I'm going to face again in the future, a problem that I'm going to have to solve, but at the moment I couldn't care less about the consequences for calling it off all of a sudden or that a good number of people aren't happy with it. I arrive home at the large estate, the place where I've always felt safe. I look at the ground walls and the ultra-high fence with cameras everywhere. I look at the house apartments, servants' quarters, garages, security barracks—every single thing in the place adds to the end of a goddamn fortress. This place is supposed to be impregnable. It's supposed to be one of the safest places in the world, yet I can't find that f

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly tight. “And now I’m here, and I know it’s different. I know it is. I know people are trying to protect me. But sometimes it still feels like I’m not allowed to go anywhere by myself or do anything by myself because somebody somewhere has decided it isn’t safe, and I swear to God, Hannah, sometimes it feels like I’m a fucking prisoner all over again.” For once, she didn’t rush to reassure me. She didn’t tell me I was overreacting. She didn’t try to wrap the whole thing up in something neat and comforting.

It was hard enough when there was no one around. There's no way I can feel safe and comfortable enough to practice here. As a matter of fact, despite being surrounded by my friends, and delegates from around the world (who place themselves higher than myself and don't deign to find me even the slightest bit interesting), I don't feel safe at all. Ever since I came out of hiding, I've felt this tiny fear that my worst nightmare will come true, and he will find me again. I will never be able to let my guard down.

“But since that day, I don’t feel safe.” “Safe?” I repeated. She nodded. “It sounds strange, but I feel like something is wrong with her.” I exhaled quietly. “You’re not the only one.” She looked up at me, surprised. “Ma’am?” “I’ve been feeling it too,” I admitted. “Especially after Damon brought my children into the house.” Stella swallowed. “So I’m not imagining it?” “No,” I said firmly. “You’re not.” Relief flickered across her face, but it didn’t last long.

When the person in front of you, is what matters the most, when you know that you will never be unhappy again, as long as their beside you. This could be true, but to me, I'd rather never be in love than never feel safe again. When you know that people won't hurt you, I think safety, protection is something many never get. When the safety you have had gets ripped apart from you, you don't know what to do. Is this okay? will something happen to me? Can I survive it? Or will I just wither away..? Having to look behind your shoulder, having to carry weapons, giving up trusting people, believing there won't be anyone you will ever feel safe with for every god damn second of your life. It's very

he growls out before dismissing them all, not a single one remained in the room thirty seconds later. I get out of my chair just walking around, the fear I felt back in the room I was still feeling. What if I didn't see moving in the bush? What if he found us in the bathroom? What if he manages to slip through the security once again? "That will not happen my love, you are not leaving my side" Gray says snapping me out my thoughts while wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "I don't feel safe anymore Gray" I say tears building up in my eyes, I've always felt safe being here but now this, I don't think I'm gonna be feel safe until I know he's fully gone.

What the hell is wrong with me? For a long moment, I sit silently behind my desk. The city stretches beyond the office windows. Traffic moving, people working and life continuing exactly as it should yet it doesn’t feel that way anymore because for the first time in years, I don’t trust myself completely and that realization is far more dangerous than any media rumor.

I focused on the physical sensations, grounding myself in the present, in this moment, in the fact that despite everything, I was still here, still breathing, still capable of being held. "I don't feel safe," I admitted, the words barely audible. "In the world. In my life. I don't feel safe anywhere." His eyes darkened, something fierce moving through them. "I know." "But I feel safe with you." The confession came out rushed, desperate, like I needed to say it before I lost the courage. "I hate that I need you. I hate that I can't do this alone. But when you're here, when you're holding me—I can breathe. I can imagine a future that isn't just... damage control."

"I'm not hiding because your ex-girlfriend is unhinged." "Then what?" His voice rises. "You want to stay in Harper's apartment where Lydia's team already leaked the address? Wait for the next threat? The next break-in?" "I want my life back!" I'm standing now. Shaking with more than fear. "I want to stop being collateral damage in your corporate war. I want…" My voice breaks. I sink back onto the couch. "I want to feel safe again," I whisper. "And I don't know how."

And sometimes this frightens me. The fact that I need Daniel is a feeling I didn't expect to develop. "Fine. I feel safe here, with you. I know you're not like him, that you would never. . . I know you wouldn't hurt me, and it's weird to feel like this again, so don't hurt me, please. If you did, I don't know if I could trust anyone like this again—like how I trust you right now. So you're right, I feel safe with you, but don't give me a reason not to."