Tangled Love

The wind picks up speed and I shiver, wrapping my jacket tightly around myself.

"No and that's exactly why I'm leaving." I add, turning on my heel and walking away. His hand shoots out and grips onto my elbow tightly.

"You're not going anywhere," he threatens me quietly, his grip tightening. My heart begins to thump wildly against my chest. I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming out and kick back with my leg with as much strength as I can find.

My foot connects with his groin and he groans in pain, doubling over. Huh, I'm getting good at this.

I take the chance to run, the dog right behind me. I hear his shouts of protests but I never once slow down until I'm safe behind a locked door. I slam the front door shut, bolting it and slide down the wall. My chest is rising and falling heavily and I suck in a deep breath, forcing my nerves to calm down.

"What the hell happened Emily?"

I look up, meeting Jake's eyes that are worried and concerned. He's glancing between me and Boe, a confused frown on his face. It takes me a few moments to structure my sentence properly. 

"A man chased me in the park, I think he knows Trevor." I gasp, catching my breath. My hands are trembling by my side and I feel like I'm going to throw up. Jake's eyes widen at my words and within a split second, he grabs his jacket and pulls it on.

slamming the door shut as he leaves. I lower myself to the floor, replaying the interaction with the creepy man over

I finally give up

darkness when I hear the faint noise of the door being opened slowly. I groan and bury my head deeper into Jake's blankets, sleep washing over my body. His scent radiates off everything and it's the only place

back of my neck to prick with anticipation. Despite

you been?" I mumble sleepily. He wraps an arm around

whispers, his warm breath tickling my ear. I sigh contently and press further into him, getting comfortable. Jake coughs behind me and clears his throat, adjusting himself. I groan in protest and open one eye, turning

wrong?"

no guy is going to be

a few seconds to register what he's saying

I feel something warm and wet. I quickly turn around to flick the bedside lamp on and blink as my vision adjusts to the brightness. When I look down, my hands are stained in fresh

"Oh my god. You're bleeding."

lower lip is split, the blood slowly dripping from it. I can see the shadow of a bruise darkening under his eye

down

mumbles under his breath and I sit up straighter,