Novel & Cerita I Don't Feel Safe Anymore

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."

"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.

I spoke up then. "You're right, we got lucky. This could have gone so much worse and you know what? If it had, we would have handled it. All of us. We would have taken care of each other and made it through. There is no way to prevent this. There is nothing we can do to stop bad things from happening, that's just life. Life is a bully sometimes but you have us now and always. Your friends and family. People who love you no matter what. We are how you can feel safe. Knowing that no matter what comes our way, we can deal with it, together. Look up. Look at them. They are our safety. They are our peace" I said and Layla looked up and saw everyone.

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.

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.

"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?”

My thoughts swirled in a tumultuous whirlwind of fear and uncertainty, as I grappled with the harsh reality of the danger that lurked just beyond the safety of our home. I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of dread that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, a relentless reminder of the precariousness of our situation. Damien's recent encounters with adversaries from his past had left me feeling more vulnerable than ever, as if the walls of our sanctuary were closing in around me, trapping me in a prison of fear and apprehension.

“Not if we can help it.” But in the back of my mind, Drake’s name kept echoing like a warning. Safe didn’t feel safe anymore.