One of the boys

Making love

Abby’s P.O.V

      I woke up to the worst feeling in the world. My entire body ached. What the hell happened to me? I groaned as I tried to adjust my body into a more comfortable position. I heard the familiar sound of the heart monitor and I realized I was in the hospital again, which meant the nightmares of Demir attacking me were real.

      I opened my eyes to see Pacen was lying in a bed beside me. He watched me carefully and smiled when I made eye contact with him. “Hey,” I croaked.

      “Hi,” he said softly.

      “Why were you admitted?” I frowned.

      He sighed, “too much stress. I’m giving myself panic attacks.” He laughed at himself as he sat up and strolled out of bed before pushing bed beside mine, so we could be close together.

      “I’m sorry,” I started to cry, “I should’ve listened to you and stayed with the police on the street, but I was so worried about losing you.”

      He shook his head and wiped my tears. “Don’t be sorry. I would’ve done the same if it were you trying to be the hero. The panic attacks only mean that I love you too much, that’s all.” He tried to smile, but it hadn’t reached his eyes.

      I sighed, “how’s everyone else?” I asked as I held onto his hand. He draped his body closer to mines.

      “I have to tell you something. . .” His voice was shaky so I knew it had to be something horrible.

      “What is it?” I asked, holding my breath.

      “Charles died,” he said softly.

      I nodded, not sure what to say. I felt my body shake as I began to cry again. I cried for everything: Charles’ death, the pain I felt, the stress everyone felt, and just the loss of feeling safe.

      Pacen wrapped himself around me in an effort of comfort. “It’s okay,” he soothed, “he’ll be missed and his family are hurt, but everything will be fine from here on out.”

      I achingly turned to face him. His thumb brushed over my cheeks. “Abby?” I heard my mother’s voice.

      I glanced at the door to see my parents and Pacen’s. They all looked horrible. “I’m sorry,” I whimpered.

      The shook their heads and walked over to us, hugging us. We all cried for some time before they checked to see if we were both okay. The nurses came in to tell them that visiting hours were over, so Pacen and I were left alone. Although the nurse scowled at us for moving the beds closer, she didn’t comment.

      “I love you,” Pacen said as he brushed his lips against mine.

      I smiled, “what did I ever do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?”

      He smirked, “well, it took me forever to tell you how I felt so I wouldn’t thank anyone yet.”

      I giggled. “All that matters is that you told me.”

      He leaned forward and nibbled on my lower lip, “oh, if only I could do the things I’ve got in mind.” He winked.

      I blushed. “I love you too,” I smiled, “now let’s go to bed, horny pants.”

      He laughed, “I’m not wearing any pants.”

      I rolled my eyes and turned over, cuddling in closer to him. I knew I would have some nightmares, but I reminded myself that Pacen was there with me and he wouldn’t let any danger come to me, not anymore, not ever again.