Tied....Their protector

Trying

~~~~PHI'S POV~~~~

It's been a week and I still can't talk, the bruises are lighter, but still there.

I lay in bed hoping that sleep will engulf me, but instead it's nightmares.

I can still feel M dragging the knife down my arms and back, all those cuts are now scars that remind me daily of what happened.

This hands on my throat and my head to the side to watch Garrett and Bryce panic while I shatter under the mans grip.

"Phi! Phi wake up baby." I feel hands on my shoulders, but not even they can break M's grip on my neck.

"Phi! Come on baby, it's just a dream." This time I sit up fast, making myself dizzy.

My heart going a million miles per hour and my hair a tangled mess.

Garrett is sitting next to me on the bed, looking at me with a sleep deprived face and worried eyes.

I scoop myself up so I rest against the headboard and putting a hand on my chest to try and comfort my heart.

Garrett watches me for a minute, but I can see him drifting off to see again. He has been waking up with me every time I have a nightmare sense I was brought back.

I feel bad that he is losing sleep over me, especially this much sleep. He doesn't know it but I know that when he goes into his office to do some business, I've seen him fall asleep.

keeping one hand on my heart, I put the other on his head, running my fingers through his hair making him groan and relax.

As I sit there, images from the past and of my time with M keep me awake and alert.

I don't talk much about my family......I try not to think about them, but sense I'm already in the nightmares they are fresh on my mind.

My mother was a gorgeous woman, with her long blonde hair that curled at the ends, her skinny but curvy body and haunting blue eyes could attract any man.

Lucky for my father that man was him. He was tall and had Broad shoulder, he had muscles from working a hard life and they stood out in he black suits he would wear. He had darker hair and his eyes seemed to change with his mood.

My younger brothers were spitting images of him and I was of my mother. We looked like the perfect family, but that was just a show.

My father loved us dearly and would show us that every time we saw him; but he was gone on business a lot which left us with our mother.

My parents used to love each other, but the more my father was gone the colder my mother got. She would invite men over by the hand full and they would stay until she was done playing.

She was like a black widow, even though she still had my father.

In a way I think my father knew, but he still stayed with her and acted as though he wasn't hurt by it. My father tried my mother like a queen, he loved her sense they first met and he always showed it in some way.

......but on night in October, I had gone over to meet Garret's parents for the first time, my father came with me; but mother stayed home with my siblings.

Things went smoothly, but both my father and me could tell something was off. As the meeting came to an end we drove home chit-chatting about what it's liked being tied.