Novel & Cerita Safe People

Gwen’s POV They kept repeating the word like a spell. Safe. "You’re safe here. You’re home now. You don’t need to worry anymore." Each time someone said it, my chest tightened, as if the word itself were a lie my body refused to accept. Safety, I had learned the hard way, was not about walls or wealth or familiar corridors. Safety was knowing who would believe you when you spoke. Safety was knowing that if you broke apart, someone would kneel beside you instead of diagnosing the cracks. By that definition, this house was anything but safe.

Living room with old couches, kitchen that looked like it hadn't been updated since the eighties, a hallway leading to bedrooms, someone had stocked the place recently, food in the cabinets, beer in the fridge, blankets on the beds. "This is the safehouse?" Maya looked around. "How many of these do you have?" "Three within driving distance. This one's the most secure." Dominic led her to a bedroom at the end of the hall. "You should rest. We'll be here a few days until things calm down." "A few days?" Maya sat on the bed. "What about school? What about work?" "School can wait. Work can wait." Dominic knelt in front of her. "Right now the only thing that matters is keeping you alive, you safe

Diamond uses her flashlight to gather his bottles I kept in the small fridge and the few nappies he’ll need for the flight. Safety, the condition of being protected from or unlikely to cause danger, risk, or injury. This is his safety. I’m doing the right thing, I’m keeping him away from danger. My phone vibrates, and I look at the message. It’s almost three in the morning, a sure time that everyone is sleeping. Everything’s ready. Come to the front of the gate, I tranquilized the dogs so they should be out till morning. The sliding door at the back should be the quietest.

The safe house isn’t protecting me from the system. The safe house is inside the system. And the system is no longer stable enough to pretend it’s still contained.

She read the words twice, then a third time, as though they might rearrange themselves into something else. The brothers. Her chest tightened, her hand trembling slightly as she typed a reply. Where? Three dots appeared almost instantly, blinking as someone on the other end typed. Wherever you feel safe. Public, private, your choice. Safe. Her breath hitched at the word. She didn’t remember the last time she’d associated safety with people. Safety, to her, had always been a locked door, a bolt slid across, her back pressed against it as she tried to breathe in silence. Safety meant isolation, not trust.

"You made them feel safe." "I don't know if I can keep them safe." "You will."

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I finally relent, “We will go now, but before we leave, I want you to give me a safe word.” “Fuck!” I heard Garrett say, but I never tore my eyes from the fiery woman in front of me. “Safe word?” She asked, and I could see the confusion in her eyes. Which explains how much she didn’t know about the other world I used to live in. “It’s like a code,” I explained patiently. “Choose one word, it can be anything. Something that you will say and I will know if there was something you couldn’t handle, or if there was something you are afraid of, or if you feel like you are in trouble. The moment I heard that word, I knew what you meant, and I will get you out of that place.”

It got to the point where I could head-off the attack with the proper breathing meditation. It was imperative that I didn’t let my fear show. Something deep inside of me was extremely unsettled right now, telling me that this was no coincidence with what’d been going on lately. Luna Destiny was ushering people inside of the safe room once we got onto the floor. It was meant for those in the pack that couldn’t or shouldn’t fight for whatever reason. Children, those without wolves, any female who was pregnant, nursing mothers, and the elderly.

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