Stop It You're Scaring Him Novels & Stories

Breathing the same air. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "For what?" "For scaring you. For wanting to run off and get myself killed. For not thinking." "You were thinking. You were just thinking with your rage instead of your head." He laughed. It was hollow, but real. "That's a first." "What?" "Someone stopping me. No one's ever stopped me before." "Maybe that's why you needed me." He pulled me against his chest. "Maybe that's exactly why." ---

I am just blabbering I am sorry repeatedly ,I am a mess crying, sobbing, panting, gulping air then crying sobbing choking on my own breathe . it's paining I am scared for her,I am scared for myself . I flinched as he shouted of all sudden "STOP" "YOU WANT ME TO STOP" I just nod at him which is barely a nod but I am not able to say anything anymore right now I'll do anything he asks me to ,I just want Janice to be safe.I can't loose her what will I say to mom and dad ,what will I answer my own self which will die of guilt soon after if anything happens to her.

my voice breaks, and I choke back a sob. He doesn’t say anything. My heart pounds as each torturous second ticks by. Silence remains with us for as long as we both stare at each other. Slowly, he gently cradles my face with both hands, tilting my face until I reluctantly meet his gaze. My eyes waters at the kindness I find there. “It is absolutely normal to feel scared, but you don't have to be. I'm here. You would never get rid of your fear if you keep hiding behind closed doors.” He runs his fingers through my hair, his touch soothing. “So let me help you. You only need one step to overcome something triggering… let's take that step together.”

Jayden yelled from behind me, that startled me again. I jumped on him, "I'm scared." He smirked, "You're turning me on you know. Do you want me to stay with you?" I nodded quickly, "Yes you jerk. Can't you see I'm being haunted?" He laughed, "I can see that. Don't worry, I'm going to shake all that fear away." Jerk.

“Come on now, don’t be like that. You are one. I’ll show you how to scare him later.” “Really?” “Really.”

“You can’t just show up after everything and say that, Adrian.” He looked at me with the same intensity that used to make my knees weak. “Then tell me what I should say. Tell me how to stop feeling this way.” I looked down at the floor, my voice small. “I’m scared.” His voice softened. “Of what?” “Of feeling like this again,” I whispered. “Of getting hurt again.” He took another step, slow, careful. “Then let me be the one you stop running from.” The room went silent.

he steps back. “What's…what's wrong?” I hold his head up, tilting his to me, “hey ..focus on me” I say softly even though my hands were shaking. “You're shaking” he whispers, “are you scared? Do I frighten you?” “No I…I'm just…”

He stopped inches away, his gaze fixed upon her. "Are you scared of me?" he asked, searching for a response. She remained silent, her hands instinctively covering her face, bracing for the impact. "I will never hurt you," he assured her, raising a hand as if to touch her but allowing it to hover in the air. Her heart raced within her chest as she slowly lowered her hands, gazing up at him. His expression remained inscrutable. "I am not like those who gave you these scars," he said, his finger tracing the mark on her chest. "I will never harm you."

I want to run but I can’t. He places a dirty finger to his lips. “Don’t scream,” he warns, “scream and I’ll kill your father first while I make you watch…”

he asked casually. Something cold slid down my spine. “Stay away from her.” “She’s fine,” he said. “For now.” I reached for my phone. His smile vanished. “Don’t,” he said sharply. “I don’t like scenes.” The street felt suddenly too quiet. Too narrow. “You don’t scare me,” I lied. He leaned closer, voice low. “You should be scared. You’re not as invisible as you think.” I backed up again. My heel hit the curb.