Mates With A Rogue

Chapter 4

Andy's POV :

Brooke was soundly asleep in my arms, I tried my best not to sway her.
I couldn't help myself staring at her, she was too pretty for me not to.
She was so beautiful and I found myself asking the moon goddess what I did to deserve such a flawless mate.

I reached my bedroom and opened it up, which wasn't that hard to say I was carrying Brooke.
I walk over to the bed and gently place Brooke onto it, tucking her under the duvet.
I didn't want to sleep with her tonight.
Well I DID want to, but I was afraid it might be too fast for Brooke.
I take one last backwards glance at my mate before closing the door.
I was going to be sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms tonight.

***

I wake up to the sounds of screaming, I look over to my clock and see that it is 4:05 in the morning.
I shot out of bed like a rocket, wanting to find the source of the screaming.

'STOP, DON'T HURT ME!'

I could hear a shout and it was coming from my bedroom, the room I left my mate in.
Within a few seconds I was at the bedroom door and I flung it open.
I saw my mate still asleep but she was crying and screaming.
I rush to her side and try to wake her up.

'Hey pretty one wake up, I'm here now. Wake up.'

She was obviously having a nightmare, or she could possibly be reliving a memory.

Her eyes shot open and the once pools of deep blue were now a bloodshot red.
She shuffled away from me as if scared of me, and her eyes were filled with fear.

'Hey pretty one its me, Andy. It's okay I'm here now.'

I tried reassuring her and making sure she was okay. She eventually shuffled back to me and leaned into my chest, my bare shirtless chest.

She started to calm down but I could still hear her quiet sobs.

'Pretty one, what was your nightmare about?'

She stiffened and shuffled in my lap uncomfortably.

'N-no-nothing.'

I could tell it was something but she didn't want to tell me.

'Pretty one, I want to help you. Please tell me.'

I began to beg, all I want to do is help her. Although I also understood if she didn't want to tell me, she probably had her reasons not to.

'It was about my past...'

Her past?
I hadn't really asked her about her past, what with the day of knowing her.

'Your past? What about it?'

By saying past she probably meant her rogue life.

'My family...'

Her what?
Her family?
How would her past on her family be giving her nightmares.
Did they die or something?

'What about your family pretty one?'

I began to draw patterns on her back, hoping it would calm her to some extent.

'How they used to... They used to... abuse me.'

WHAT!?!
Even though she only whispered the last part I heard it loud and clear.
Her own family, abused her.
No wonder she's so scared of people. If she was abused by her own family then she would most likely think any one could do it.

'But it was more mental abuse more than anything... My sisters would always call me ugly, fat and a s-slut.'

Her own SISTERS.
Physical abuse is bad but do is verbal and mental.
If your constantly told that you were ugly, of course your going to start to believe it.