Trauma ➸ Audrey Jensen [1]

8 ➸ smoke

eight ; smoke

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HARLEY

Slow movements against my arm had woke me up peacefully and easily, and then I realized my arm was draped around Audrey, her lying on her back and me holding onto her. Her arm was also resting against my back numbly, and I had no idea that this happened, because I didn't fall asleep like this.

I moved my arm and my body to stretch, letting out a yawn as I arched my back to relieve my tense muscles. "Morning." Her voice was raspy, and it cut off half way through. I heard her yawn as well, before I replied to her. My voice was softer, more gentle. The sun was freshly coming up, filling the area with its sunlight.

"We should get home," she mumbled, standing to her feet and holding out her hand to help me up. I sleepily grabbed it, and she pulled me off the ground in a second. I wasn't sure if it was because I was so small and fragile, or if she was just very strong. She rolled up the blanket, loading it into the back of the truck as I jumped up into the passenger seat.

Audrey jumped in the drivers seat, buckling her seatbelt. "Thanks again, I'm glad I can approach lakes and other things now," I said, giving her a wide smile. She returned the smile, happy that she could help me. "You're welcome."

She started the truck, turning it around and heading back onto the dirt path that lead back to the main roads, and began to drive home as the silence was killing me. She probably felt awkward about us pretty much cuddling, but a part of me enjoyed it. A part of me wanted that to happen again. Audrey seemed... angry?

Her jaw was almost clenched, as she pulled into her driveway and pulled the keys out of the ignition. She put them in her jacket pocket, as I took off her coat and handed it to her. I opened up the door, managing to jump down from the car all by myself. Maybe you don't need her, she's thinking twice about you.

"Harley? Harley, wait!" She shouted, stopping me from marching across the street and into my house. I stayed silent, as her angry look turned completely soft as she noticed my eyes were turning glossy, tears threatening to come out. "Where are you going?"

"Home," I mumbled, "You seem angry, you probably want to be alone—"

"No, Harley, that's not it at all. Please stay, I know you don't want to leave," she frowned, and if looked as if she were about to cry. Where did all of this come from?

I sighed, feeling relieved that she didn't want me to go, because she was right. I didn't want to go home, but I was scared that she wanted me to.

"Do you want to do something today?" She asked, lifting my head up from staring sadly at the ground. I thought for a moment, knowing there was something I was thinking about last night but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I tried to think hard, but it wasn't working. I shrugged, telling her I couldn't think of anything that would be fun right now. I want to lay next to you while you hold me.

I shook the sudden thought out of my head, suddenly scaring myself with it. She nodded slowly, grabbing onto my arm gently and pulling me into the house.

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AUDREY

I felt so angry, so sad. The anger filled my entire body, bubbling up to the surface as I watched Harley sit down on the couch. Earlier, I woke to her in my arms. I knew what was happening, and I couldn't let it happen. I had to isolate myself from her, because I could feel myself having feelings for her. I promised myself after Gina that I wouldn't love again, or get my heart broken.