Tangled Love

I turn the shower off and pause for a moment, closing my eyes. Lately everything around me has been moving at lightning speed so a taking a second or two to collect my thoughts makes me feel better. I step out of the shower and notice my phone screen flashing with numerous messages. I reach over and pick it up, reading the first message —

Where the hell are you Emily ? Mum

I quickly type out a response, my features scrunched up in frustration at the screen —

I've left home. Im not living with Trevor or you anymore. Bye Mum.

It's nice to regain control of my life after having it spin out of control for so long. I hope Mum understands that I'm doing this for myself and my safety. The next message is from an unknown number and I pause, a familiar feeling of dread washing over me.

You need a man to love you Emily, not a little boy.

I sigh heavily, feeling the pressure building up inside my head as a headache begins to brew.

Who are you? GO AWAY.

I hesitate before sending the text, uncertain whether I'm making the right decision. Should I completely ignore him or show him that I'm not scared? I send the text and don't expect his response to be almost immediate but it is.

It is not the right time. I will never go away. . . Not until you're mine.

turn my phone off and push him to the back of my mind. No way do I need more

hair and

little before realising who it is. His scent wraps all around me and the tension in my body completely disappears. I sigh and relax

I bite back the smile

sweetly at him. His eyes flash with

can't help it when you're covered in bright pink love hearts."

glass of milk from my hand. I barely have

I whine in protest, shoving him lightly. He gives me an apologetic look, placing the empty glass back down onto the

feed themselves you know." He winks, flexing his right arm. The muscles in his bicep bulge instantly

that shoots right up when you're around."

in response, his lips twitching upwards into a smirk. I watch him leave, his shoulders and back vibrating as he chuckles.

for the milk to heat another glassful. His laughter

find Jake leaning against my door frame, fully dressed. He's wearing a plain white shirt underneath his

I resemble a potato. A

entering my room. I take a step back and swallow, watching as he quietly shuts my bedroom door over before

midnight. Are you crazy?"

his hands stuffed inside his pockets. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and I bite down on my lower

"It's a surprise Muffin, get dressed." Jake instructs me, pushing his hand through the strands