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.

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

I'm dressed I blow dry my hair and secure it into a high

it is. His scent wraps all around me and the tension in my body completely disappears. I

Jake murmurs down my ear. I bite back the smile and turn

"I feel like you can't get enough of me lately Melvin." I smile sweetly at him. His eyes flash with amusement before raking down my

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

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

him lightly. He gives me an apologetic look, placing the empty glass back down onto

right arm. The muscles in his bicep bulge instantly and I arch my brow, impressed. "Wow, that right

shoots right up when

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

for the milk to heat another glassful. His laughter fills the

jump up out of bed, my sleepy state slowly disappearing. My watch reads midnight and I frown, thinking everyone must be sleeping by now. I pull open the door and find Jake leaning against my door frame, fully dressed. He's wearing a plain white shirt underneath his black bomber jacket, finished off with black jeans. I can't help but bite down

I resemble a potato. A potato in pyjama's.

me before entering my room. I take a step back

"Jake, it's midnight. Are you crazy?" I whisper.

back against my door with his hands stuffed inside his pockets. My eyebrows shoot up

his hand through the strands of