Tangled Love

The day is finally here.

I bounce up and down excitedly as I glance at the clock for the millionth time in the last five minutes. Jake is due to be here at exactly half past eleven to take me home. All my belongings are packed and I'm as beyond excited.

The door opens and I jump up with my bag over one arm, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"You're keen." Jake chuckles, taking the bag off me and swinging it over his own shoulder.

"Thank you and yes, I can't wait to get out of here!" I grin, looking around at the room I've called home for the past month.

"Funnily enough, I'm not going to miss this room at all." Jake says and I nod, agreeing with him.

"M'lady. . . Your carriage awaits." Jake turns towards me, holding out his other arm for me to take.

"Well my car awaits but we can pretend it's a carriage," he adds, a cute little smile on his face. I giggle at him and gladly tuck my hand into the crook of his arm. We both turn to take one last look at the room before we'd leave it forever. It's closing one massive chapter in my life and hopefully opening a positive one. A chapter full of happiness and good memories instead of pain and heartache. I know struggles lay ahead of me . . . drama has a way of chasing Jake and I both, biting us at every chance it got.

but getting stronger day by day. I'm looking forward to seeing my friends again, going back to college and living a normal teenage life with my boyfriend. And with that, I pull

get out of here."

*****

scrolling through the advertisements on my phone. Jake raises his brow at me and plucks the phone out of my hands. I look at him, my mouth open

warn him, narrowing my eyes at

what part of take it easy suggests getting a job?" He asks me, shaking his

"I need to pay for myself Jake, we can't live on your money forever. Where do you even get your money?"

"Amil

like the answer. Jake quietens and his shoulders tense before he turned back towards the TV, pretending to be

for both of us." Jake says quietly.

end, I need to have some sort of reassurance that I won't get a phone call saying you've been shot. . . " I

"You don't need to worry about me, I can

know whether you're going to come home alive and safe every time you leave. It scares me, a

I can't leave, it's not possible."

isn't it possible? Do you

his voice coming