I Don't Feel Safe Anymore Novels & Stories

Nor do I have the power to stop them when they come for me. Pushing the confusion away, I speak, “I can’t stay here if I’m going to be bullied and attacked when I’m away from you.” Thorne is on his feet, around the desk and looking me over before I can blink. “Attacked? Did someone touch you?” “I… I’m fine,” I stutter, and he growls. “I just don’t want to feel unsafe here. I don’t like feeling like everyone is watching me with ill intent all the time.”

The room felt colder, as if they could see what was happening at the bank the day before. "We have to stay strong. This is getting scary," Josh said, rubbing his hand through his hair. Vivian nodded. "I don’t know if we’re even safe anymore. Something’s really wrong in this city." Sylvania agreed. "The government needs to hire more police. It feels like no one’s protecting us."

I say, turn on my heels and walk to the mansion. “Aren't you staying for a while? It can be fun…” He says as I walk away and it makes me stutter in my steps but I recover instantly, pretending it didn't have any effect on me. “I have something important to do,” I respond, almost biting my tongue as I lie through my teeth. Lying has become easier for me these days. And it's all his fault. I hear him chuckle but I don't dare look back. There was no way in hell I was going to spend another second around him. I don't feel safe around him. Not anymore. There's this invisible danger looming in the air whenever I move an inch closer to him. I can feel it deep in my bones. Hard to ignore.

My heart begins to pound against my ribs. Suddenly I didn’t feel safe anymore.

I threw my hands up, the stitches of my palm making my breath hitch. “I don't feel safe anymore,” I choked on my tears. “Now, my new habits consist of glancing out the window every morning and checking the hallways and the streets to be sure if someone is following me or not. It's crazy and I didn't ask for any of this!” Andre equally feeling my pain, looked away for a couple of seconds before turning back. “So what do you want? Do you want me to leave?” I should, right? It's the logical thing to do.

Asides from what you’re obligated to do, he has zero expectations and zero expectations means little to no judgement. It’s easy feeling safe around him. The realization catches me off guard. Safe. When was the last time I felt truly safe with anyone? Surely not around Logan who tortured me years on end, and not Kruska who made my life a living hell at every chance given. And especially not my parents who sided and believed every single word she said. Not performing, not watching my words, not calculating every move to avoid displeasing someone or triggering their anger. Just… safe. Maybe that’s why I keep talking, keep sharing things I normally wouldn’t.

My darling Kristy, I’m worried. We haven’t passed notes like this in a while, not since school – well, there’s no need, not now we live together. But I can’t voice what I have to say aloud. I don’t know who might be listening. Ever since our beautiful Scarlett was born, I’ve felt like something bad is going to happen. Call it a parent’s paranoia, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched. Like our home is no longer safe. Like our days are numbered.

I know that for now, we're safe here, but I can't get the feeling out of my head, Something is about to go down….. And it isn't a good feeling.

I don’t know what’s real anymore. I don’t trust my memories. I don’t trust my instincts. I don’t even trust myself. And then another thought slams into me—sharp and unforgiving. I know all of this now. And I have no idea where Blaire is. My breath catches. I’m not safe.

Kane's car outside the building before I entered the elevator. Anyway, I'm safe… As long as I'm safe. This was the first time I felt unsafe. I used to have bodyguards with me, who would protect me from danger, but now, I made them gone. It's okay, I'll get used to it. I'm slowly getting used to it. Maybe that voice didn't really pertain to me. Maybe I only heard a person walk past behind me, saying to his/her companion to not be clumsy in walking. I'm being paranoid, or maybe I'm just hungry.