Tangled Love

"Good morning," Jake smiles, walking over to me whilst holding a tray one handed. The smell of pancakes floats through the air and my stomach grumbles loudly.

"Morning, what time is it?" I smile back, running a hand through my hair. We didn't get home until late last night, the sun was beginning to rise just as I was drifting off.

"It's two in the afternoon," Jake chuckles, sitting down onto the empty side of my bed.

"Seriously? Wow," I respond, happiness filling my stomach as I think back to last night. The beauty of the night and Jake. I grin at him and sit up, propping myself up on the pillows behind me. A dull pain flares up my side and I close my eyes, breathing through it. I wish it would hurry up and heal.

"Are you still in pain?" Jake asks me, a worried expression plastered across his face. I shake my head, shrugging it off.

"No, don't worry about it." I smile before looking down at the stack of pancakes he'd made. They’re drizzled with syrup and my mouth waters, noticing he's popped a side of Nutella with them too.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I ask him scraping my hair back and securing it with a hair tie.

"I enjoy making pancakes and I kind of want to impress you," Jake responds casually before stabbing the top pancake with his fork and popping the whole thing in his mouth. I raise my brow at him amusingly and watch as he chews through the entire thing.

reaching for my own fork. Jake fist pumps the air in victory, earning a giggle from

go back and get the rest of your stuff today?" Jake asks me gently, placing his fork down. I shake

I know I'm safe here. Each day it became a little easier for me to relax but I'm nowhere near strong enough to face Mum or Trevor. I look up at Jake,

to him, settling myself between his legs. My hands circles around his neck and Jake remains still, watching me intently with a questionable look on his face.

it means so much

most of them." Jake chuckles, his fingers drawing circles on my back. I giggle before moving back to

. . I had fun last night too." I mumble, fiddling with my

I'm looking into his eyes. His lips began

a small smile. Jake's eyes light

of charm, you just don't want to admit it."

takes hold of both of my hands, clutching them tightly as his

don't have to be scared, I'll

on my bottom lip, feeling an uneasy feeling settle inside my

don't need anything, I

Jake sighs, running a hand over his face and up through his hair and I know something else is troubling