It's been a week.
A week without any threats.
A week without any sign of my father.
A week.
Of me feeling like I'm finally free.
Except....
"Ahhhh! Stop no stop! leave me alone !"
"Jade? Jade! wake up!"
But I can't. It feels so real. It's like I'm really living my dream.
But not in the good way.
These night terrors have been happening ever since I first found out my dad was here. He stops sending messages but he's still here. Never leaving.
I woke up panting and in a cold sweat to find Cameron beside me looking panicked probably cause I was screaming.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
I couldn't speak. I just shook my head 'no'.
I can't do this. How am I supposed to feel safe when I see him in my dreams. how is Cameron supposed to keep me safe when I don't know if I can even trust him.
***
I woke up and on my way down the stairs I could smell breakfast cooking. The grumble of my stomach could verify the hunger.
I made my way down to the kitchen to see Cameron setting two plates full of food on the table.
"Morning" he mumbled.
"Morning" I said quietly.
Things have been kind of awkward between us since he kissed me.
I'm still not sure how I feel about him. I like him I do. But. I'm not sure in which way. I've never had a boyfriend. all I've had are douche bags who use me then leave. I've never had a friend I could talk to about this stuff. I've never known how to let anyone in. I don't know what it's like to like someone so much you only think about them. To live someone so much it hurts. All of this is new to me.
Now, I found someone who I did let in. But he said he liked me. He kissed me. Now I'm just confused as to what I'm supposed to do or how I'm supposed to act around him.
"Hurry and eat up we're heading out soon" he broke me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I asked.
He looked up at me and said "I want to show you something."
Just as I was about to ask him what it was when he interrupted me "it's a surprise."
Giving him a small smile I sat down in front of him and we started eating.
We may be on strange terms right now but this is what counts.
Those comfortable silences and the way he knows what I'm thinking or how I'm feeling. How can I give that up?
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Tínedžerská beletriaYou look at me and you'd never know. You'd never think I was that girl. The one who doesn't know how to love and be loved. The one who is afraid of people and what they're capable of. You see I'm the girl others don't dare to cross. I don't know how...
