A Disaster in Paradise

Chapter 19

Sophia

My eyes flutter open, and the regular scene of my hotel room comes into view. A warm and cozy feeling is presence, and I already know it's Jay. His arms, as usual, are placed around my waist and his head is in my hair.

"Soph, are you up?" His voice still full of sleep, and his arms tighten around my waist.

"Yes." I simply reply, never wanting to leave his grasp.

"Good morning, baby." He places a soft kiss on my neck, causing me to smile.

"Hey. How'd you sleep?" I reply, letting out a sigh.

"I slept okay, just worried about you last night. And you?"

"You shouldn't have been worried about me, Jay. I slept on and off all night so I'm exhausted."

"I should be worried. I'm always worried about you, Soph."He sits up and stretches his body, his hands releasing my body.

"I worry about you too. What time is it anyways?" I look around, the alarm clock telling me it was twelve forty.

"Almost one. What time did we even fall asleep?" Jay looks around the room, attempting to regain the memories from last night.

"I think we both finally fell asleep around two? We laid in bed silent for a good two hours until I heard you snore then I fell asleep right behind you."

"I snore? No I do not!! Soph, we need to get up. We have counseling in an hour and Steve will be here at one thirty." Jay pulls me out of bed, and starting the shower.

"I can start the shower on my own, Jay." I walk into the bathroom with my clothes in hand and set them on the marble counter.

"I'm just trying go help you out. Leave the water on after you get out, I need to take one too." Jay kisses the top of my head and closes the bathroom door behind him, leaving me in the large bathroom by myself.

I open the glass door and walk into the shower, the hot water soothing my visible bruises. It felt so.... so soothing. I throw on shampoo and conditioner, then stare into the tan walls.

Was Carter really going to hurt me?

Is this just a hoax?

Will I make it out of here alive?

Will he hurt Jay?

Thousands of thoughts and scenarios run through my head, making my anxiety build up, tears of fear threatening me to fall, my emotions giving up.

"Soph? Soph... are you okay? It's one fifteen. Steve will be here in fifteen minutes... I'd really like to take a shower? Please do not make me come in there because I will if you don't answer me.

How long was I in there for? Thirty minutes? Oops. "I'm sorry, just..." Do I put walls up or be honest? "I zoned out." I laugh it off, wrapping a towel around my petite body, opening the door.

"Soph? What is wrong? Were you crying?" Jay engulfs me in a small hug, the water from my chest dampening his shirt.

"Jay." I look away, praying tears aren't visible. "Steve will be here soon. I'll talk about it in counseling. Besides, you're coming in the last half and hour."

"Okay. But if you need to talk or want to, I'm all ears."

I nod, and close the door behind me, and as soon as the click of the door happens, I drop my towel to the floor with a thud, slipping my loose clothes on over me, sighing at a knock on the door.