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.

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

and secure it into a high ponytail. I step into my fluffy bedtime slippers and

realising who it is. His scent wraps all around me and the tension in

the smile and

smile sweetly at him. His eyes

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

chuckles lightly before taking the glass of milk from my hand. I barely have a second to protest as he tilts it upwards, downing the

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

right arm. The muscles in his bicep bulge instantly

shoots right up when you're around."

mouth falls open as I stare wide eyed at Jake. He shrugs casually in response, his lips twitching upwards into a

the milk to heat another glassful. His laughter fills the air causing me to

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

potato. A potato in pyjama's.

finger to his lips, shushing me before entering my room. I take a step back and swallow, watching as he quietly shuts my bedroom door over before spinning around. As he turns, his intoxicating scent hits me and I

you crazy?"

Jake replies, leaning back against my door with his hands stuffed inside his pockets. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise

Jake instructs me, pushing his hand through the strands of his