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 —

Emily and this is

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 ear. No-one has ever cared about me enough

to thank for that. He appears

his heart under his shirt. Moments pass between us and

"It's what — " before he can finish, he pauses, clearing his throat. My body stills as I wait for him to finish his sentence.

from around me and he takes a step back. I immediately miss his warmth but I don't show my

him a tight smile. He looks at me for a while, his eyes falling around my features. I hear him let out

Muffin?" He asks me, turning around to give me a playful raised eyebrow. The sparkle has returned in his ocean blue eyes making me

at him, following him close behind. He lets out a low chuckle, his wide shoulders vibrating as I watch him from

through this,

can't see his face, I can sense the smirk behind his words. I roll my eyes and

upstairs, he turns right and opens a door. It reveals a large room with walls that are decorated in grey and black stripes. There's a double bed in the middle, a few posters hung on the wall and a computer desk. The left side of the room has a

the room which is surprisingly tidy for a eighteen year old possible

in here." Jake winks in my direction. How does he manage to remain so

sounding more like a squeak. I can feel my cheeks