Broken Trouble (Broken Storm Series Book 1)

Chapter 25

I felt helpless.

The hands around my throat tightened as I tried to scream for help to no prevail. There was no one to save me from this monster or the next. Resisting this punishment would only cause more harm than good, and even though I know I should stand up and fight, I could not. I was alone and weak, too exhausted and scared to fight any longer. I choked on a sob as the next hit came, crawling away from him in an attempt to get away. His claw like hands pulled me back towards him by my ankles, before delivering the next punch.

A voice in the back of my mind registered that there was no pain, but that didn't weaken the terror I felt. I dug my fingers into the floor and fought my way away from him again, streaks of red streaking the concrete below me. I could never move fast enough, always in slow motion while he seemed to have the ability of someone supernatural.

Relief rushed over me as I dropped over the edge, of what, I didn't know. Falling into the blackness of terror.

In an instant, the feeling of falling dissipated and I felt light as a feather, floating through the air.

I could no longer see anything around me, but the warmth of hot breath fanning across my neck and warm arms wrapping around me comforted me. I could feel hands traveling across my stomach, a murmur of a deep voice in my ear, muffled so that I couldn't understand it. I sighed in relief and curled into the warmth of the embrace, settling into peaceful darkness.

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I woke to the view of the sunrise through the window, beaming its rays into my eyes. I must have slept in way past the time that I usually woke up now, which was before the sun was up.

I still felt peaceful from my dream, snuggling deeper into the warmth of my covers, savoring a few more moments of peace before getting up.

The shifted behind me, alerting me to the fact that I wasn't alone and the hot breath I had felt in my dream returned.

Whoa, wait. Someone was in bed with me?

I sat up straight, propping myself up with one arm, while using the other to swipe the hair from in front of my eyes so I could see my surroundings. Maybe it was Wyatt, laying with me so he could still watch the sunrise with me.

A low moan rumbled from behind me and I turned my head, shocked, yet not completely surprised, to see Jayden there.

His black boxers, the only thing he was wearing, rode low on his hips. I let my eyes scan over his chest, abs and deep V, before turning my eyes back to his face.

"Good morning Sweetheart," He murmured, his voice low and rough from sleep. It told me what I needed to know; he had slept in my bed. I worried that he had groped me in my sleep. Who knew how much fondling he was able to get in before I woke up.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to recover from the shock of seeing him here. I knew Polly wouldn't approve at all.

"Just enjoying the view," he murmured, stretching his arms up over his head, while letting his eyes roam slowly across my body.

"No, I mean what are you doing in here? You can't just come in here in the middle of the night and get in bed with me."

"You didn't seem to mind having me in your bed last night, Sweetheart," Jayden smirked, reaching forward to tug at my shirt, trying to bring me closer to him.

When I resisted, trying to get out of bed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. I was pressed into his chest as his chin rested at the nook of my shoulder. I struggled in his hold, but he stayed still, not advancing or retreating. He wasn't kissing or rubbing himself against me like I expected, only lay still like he could go back to sleep that easily. Maybe it would hurt me to stay here for a few more minutes, I needed to finish waking up anyway. My arms weren't even wanting to work hard enough to push him away this early.