Tangled Love

I stand in the doorway, glancing around hesitantly. A daunting feeling washes over me as I try to imagine living somewhere else beside from the place I've called home for the past sixteen years. Change.

Change is scary, difficult to adjust to.

The last major change in my life was the death of my father which lead to meeting Trevor. That change ruined my whole life. That change is the cause of my night terrors, my anxiety and my fear of people. I feel my heart rate increase inside my chest as I continue to study the inside of Jake's house.

He doesn't sense my hesitation and walks straight in, placing my bag down before turning towards me. When he notices the expression on my face, he frowns. I decide to try and explain because I know I must look terrified right now.

"I'm not sure this is going to work out. It's too much to ask of you. Look at this place," I murmur, glancing around at the tall ceilings and beautiful decor.

It's all so. . . intimidating.

Jake doesn't respond and takes a step towards me, taking hold of my hand. Warmth instantly heats it up, travelling up my arm.

"You don't need to look so scared," He says quietly, his eyes flickering between both of mine. When I look into them, I feel the panic inside of my chest begin to melt away. Jake clears his throat and continues —

this is the

say those specific words to me for years. Someone cares about me. For someone who's felt so lonely and isolated in this world, Jake's words are music to my

Without thinking I walk towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck. The heavy burden on my shoulders feels like it's reduced slightly and I have Jake to thank for that. He appears

his heart under his shirt. Moments pass between us and he doesn't respond but his body relaxes

— " before he can finish, he pauses, clearing his throat. My body stills as I

arms drop from around me and he takes a step

for a while, his eyes falling around my features. I hear him let out a sigh before he turns

He asks me, turning around to give me a playful raised eyebrow. The sparkle has returned in his ocean blue eyes making me question whether the last few moments happened between us.

at him, following him close behind. He lets out a low chuckle,

been through this, Muffin."

his words. I roll my eyes and decide to drop the topic because I'll never win with

There's a double bed in the middle, a few posters hung on the wall

tidy for a eighteen year old possible gang member. Huh, so Jake Melvin is

time with me in here." Jake winks in my direction. How does he manage to remain so confident all the

I respond, my voice sounding more like a squeak. I can feel my