In Case of Emergency // Connor Franta (ft. R.D.)

Chapter 14: Don't Hate Me

Song:

Drown by Bring Me The Horizon

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Connor and I finally made it back to the house. He unlocked the door with his key. Upon entering, we quietly tip-toed up the stairs. It was almost 4 am, so I really hoped that we wouldn't wake the guys up. Once we got to Connor's room, I instantly made myself comfortable on his floor and was out like a light.

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Terrified, I screamed as loud as I could. I immediately jumped up, sighing in relief when I realized that I was safe. I had yet another nightmare about Mitchell and Tristan. Suddenly, the light in the room turned on. I suppose my loud scream woke Connor up.

"Amy?! Are you okay? What's wrong?" Connor asked frantically.

I looked around and noticed that I wasn't on the floor anymore. I was in Connor's bed.

"H-how did I get on your bed?" I asked, bewildered.

Connor blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I wanted you to be more comfortable."

"Oh... What time is it?" I asked him.

"It's only 5 am."

"Oh, okay."

"So... Do you wanna tell me what's wrong?" he asked, unsure.

"I just had a bad dream."

"Oh. I'm sorry. Do you want a hug?" he offered.

I nodded. He engulfed me in a comforting hug. I lingered in his arms and tried to savor this amazing moment. Connor tried to let go, but I stopped him.

"No, don't let me go," I whispered into his neck. "Not yet at least."

"Sorry," he whispered into my hair. "I'm so sorry, Amy. Everything will be okay."

He stroked the back of my head gently with his hand and wrapped his arm around my waist with the other. This was all I wanted. It was all I've ever needed in life. All my life, I've always longed for someone to tell me that it would be okay. I knew it wasn't true, but the positive affirmation still felt nice. It gave me hope.

"You don't deserve any of this," he spoke gently.

This caused my eyes to well up with tears. I didn't know whether they were tears of joy, or of sadness. I mean, I was happy that Connor cared so much, but I was still a bit sad... Always living on the edge, afraid of running into Mitchell or Tristan all the time was the most exhausting thing I've experienced. Sometimes I just wished that they would get me already. Just to get it over with... the apprehension was getting the best of me. It consumed me everyday.

"What are you thinking about?" Connor whispered, releasing his embrace.

I sighed, wishing that he was holding me again. I shook my head slowly.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

Connor's hands caressed my cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, concerned.

I was crying? Wow, I didn't even realize. Before I knew it, Connor was wiping my tears away. Little things he did, such as this made me feel like he truly cared. He wrapped his arms around me again, which gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling. I tried to stop crying, but every time Connor wiped my tears away, more began to form.

"I'm just so tired of it," I choked out.

"Tired of what, love?"

I began sniffling and Connor wiped my tears away again.