I Don't Feel Safe Anymore Novels & Stories

"Whoever's found you, has found you. Do you know anyone who may want to put hands on you?" O-Oh. He was already getting into work mode. Okay, I could've used the heads up. "Uhm…" I tried to think but I didn't get far. "Everyone," I shrugged and he arched his brow like I wasn't taking this seriously. "You have seen the news about me and the hateful comments I get," I explained, suddenly feeling insulted by that look on his face. "I'm not safe anywhere and I can't even go out by myself. I literally just moved here and I don't know,"-- shit! I was on the verge of tears again.

“ Are you coming?” “Sorry I have some paperwork to do. I need to get some work done before the Alpha gets back. But, go. You’re in good hands.” I nodded, slightly upset he had declined. But I could do this. This is the new me. I felt free here. I could make my own decisions, leave the house, have friends, and yet I still felt safe.

I turned and walked away before he could say anything else. The corridor felt longer on the way out. The air heavier. My heels echoed too loudly against the floor, each step punctuating a thought I didn’t want to finish. For the first time in years, my safety didn’t feel guaranteed. And that, more than Andre’s tears, more than his threats, more than the truth he had spoken aloud, was what finally shook me. Because power only works when someone is willing to protect you. And I was no longer sure anyone was.

“I do not know, but for some reason I feel like something bad is about to happen.” He raised a curious brow. “Something like what?” I didn’t speak, unsure whether to mention what Gloria had said earlier. “I don’t know, I just feel unsafe.” I finally said. “Unsafe? This is the most secure place in the world.” “Never say never, Edgar.” He stiffened as if he had just remembered something. “Alright then.” He stopped dancing. “I'll take you out for some fresh air.” That wasn’t going to be enough, but it was better than being surrounded by strangers who could, at any moment, try something that would put my life in danger.

I needed… a drink. I walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and leaned against the counter, staring out the window. The neighborhood looked the same—cars parked crooked, the occasional shout, the blink of a corner store sign. But for the first time in years, I didn’t feel safe here. Not in my apartment. Not in my own skin. Not anymore.

"You can be too." "She wasn't that good," I counter. "Otherwise I wouldn't even be here. Besides, what makes you think they don't know I'm here yet?" "No one knows you’re there," Diddy says firmly. "Not yet." "Whatever," I murmur, rolling my eyes at the empty room. "I'm not clinging to anyone." I have seen too much blood, lived through too much chaos, to still believe in safe places. Fear isn't a shock anymore; it's just a dull weight sitting permanently in my chest.

my voice came out in a raspy whisper. The relief was short lived as that unsettling feeling that something was very very wrong came rushing back. Last night I couldn’t tell what it was but now I could pin point it, feel it, feel them. Someone was here that shouldn’t be. “Someone is here, I can feel it, I can feel them! You’re not safe here.”

As I was looking at her, she stopped playing and looked at me. She pointed at me and began to say, "Mama... Who?" Being baffled by her statement, I turned, "Wha-" Before I could say anything, the darkness consumed me as I lost my consciousness falling into the abyss... Lawrence POV:- Ever since I left home, I felt some uneasiness inside me. Like my heart is beating fast from dread and I can't focus on anything. A strange feeling like something bad is going to happen. I can't shake this feeling, it's indicating that something bad is going to happen.

"And I said yes. And I haven't felt safe since." "Is that a bad thing?" "I don't know." He walked back toward me, stopping close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him. "But I know I don't want to go back to how I was before."

The problem was that understanding all of that didn't make me feel safer. It made me feel frightened. “Do you know what the worst part is?”