From Hell to Heaven

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Beatrice’s POV

I was still trembling in his arms, even though his amazing scent, the warmness and comfort of his arms helped me forget the previous events. I thought I would never react like this, I thought that, after everything Derek did to me, I stopped feeling anything at all.

But as soon as Robert came back into my life, everything had changed again, there was hope for me, I didn’t want to end with my life anymore. Something had made me stop from sinking into that bathtub.

For some reason, he made me feel alive again.

And when I saw all those men coming after me again, panic and fear involved me. Fear of going back to that way of living.

I felt his smooth lips touching my forehead again “Here” he softly whispered “Can you stand for just a couple of minutes, Bea?” He asked

I softly nodded, feeling his arms moving to help me standing.

We were in a dark place, next to a car.

“We are going to take it” He picked up his phone, turning around.

I immediately grab him “Don’t walk away.” I looked at him, my grip tight on his shirt

He looked at me, sadly “I am right here Bea, I just need to find a way in, ok?”

I followed him everywhere, after that. Every single step.

I just wanted him to hold me like that, again.

“Ah, see?” he smiled at me, kissing my cheek. “Get in, honey. We need to hurry out of here”

I did as he said and comfortably shrank my body over the passenger’s seat. I felt him putting his big sportive coat over me and I glanced at those perfect eyes.

“Be comfortable, Bea. Try to rest, if you can, ok?” he started the engine and rode away.

I looked at him, paying attention on the street as he drove.

I guess he noticed I was staring at him and not softly sleeping, because he kept glancing at me.

I moved my hand to touch his, which was over the gear box. He glanced at me, worriedly “Are you ok, Bea?”

“Remember when you went to rescue me?” I whispered

He half smiled “How could I forget?”

“I knew it was you”

He looked at me, often glancing at the road, as the car sped out of that town.

“You… hmmm” he whispered “I was wearing that mask, you recognized me”

I half smiled “You smell good. I wouldn’t forget that scent” I squeezed his hand.

He stopped the car, and turned to me “Bea… don’t do this”

I threw my arms around him, hugging him tight “You’re an idiot, Robert” I let my face hide in the crook of his neck.

“Hm, Bea” he caressed my back, softly “I… I’m sorry…”

“You make it better, Rob… you…” I stopped, tightening my grip around him “Help me forget all of it, Rob. Please”

I felt his soft hands touching my cheeks, before making me look at him “Bea…” his eyes were so expressive “I know you have been through too much, and all I want is you to get over all that…” he said “But this wouldn’t be fair. I am not…” I interrupted him, putting my fingers over his lips

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