Short stories

The man I was supposed to hate

"What...."

My eyes locked with his as i backed to the other side of the room. It felt tiny, exhausting, cold. Steps through the spacious bedroom were heard, increasing the sickness in my stomach

"Stay- Stay away!" I held my arm stretched out in front of me as a signal to keep distance, yet he didn't want to do so. A hard surface came in contact with my back, and now only one pair of feet were echoing through the well litten room.

"Dont- Dont Hurt me!" I yelled back at him. With My stomach twisted and my throat dry was making it worse for my body to keep steady. I started shaking. Was I going to die?

The footsteps got closer and closer by the second and I couldn't do anything but accept my fate, I closed my eyes as I yelled with the last bit of my energy "Ple-please. No..." by the time I said that, I had started crying. I was shaking so much I thought an earthquake was happening. "stop. Please" was all I could say before I suddenly felt the cold hands on my shoulders.

It was his.

My body shook at the sudden contact while my eyes couldn't open. I needed air. I cant have him here. "Sto-" just before I could end my weak sentence he decided to lay his arms around me, and his body got so close to me. No, no, no, no. Not him. Why him? Why is he here and not someone else. "Go away! Stay back!" I tried again yet unsuccessfully.

He, the man who hates me, the man who wants to hurt me, is hugging me.

My body relaxed into his touch unwillingly as the tears in my eyes got bigger and heavier. I couldn't do anything, it was like he had gained control of me with just his bare arms. I opened my mouth, yet closed it again quickly after.
The man didn't stop hugging me. Despite his busy night, he seemed like he was caring for me. He? Me? Never, he, out of all people, could never, in a thousand years care for someone.
Not him.

I was now sobbing into his shoulder, it was all my weak body could do. Crying, and crying, and crying.

He seemed to be talking without words. The man who I hated the most was comforting me? No. It cannot be right. He definitely has a plan to do something to me once I give in.

And suddenly the words that echoed through this for me, tiny, cold room weren't anything more than what a person needed to hear
"Shh, You're okay, nobody is out there for you. I will not let go." It was barely just above a whisper, but it was heard as if a person was screaming into my ears.

I gave in. My shoulders relaxed, and my breathing slowed. He, the man I was supposed to hate, hugged me, and never let go, no matter how much I begged him. My ugly tears had stopped by the time he spoke again.

"Night terrors?"