"Why are you here?" He roared as he punched the wall.
"Because I care." I said almost breathless.
He was intimidating and I was intrigued.
"You shouldn't be here, Abigail. Just fucking leave." He spat and it hurt but I wasn't going to leave, not aga...
"Love, who the hell is Ryan? Why did he hurt you?" He asked, I felt him tense and I sighed.
"After my dad died, which was 5 years ago, my mom fell into a depressed state as did I. I went to group therapy and it helped, thats where I met Ryan. We fell in love or so I thought. We hung out a lot and he helped me cope with my dad's death. One night, it was our 2yr anniversary he came over and I could smell alcohol over him and he tried to..." I paused as I stopped a sob from escaping.
"He tried to force me to have sex with him and after I said no and fought with him, he hit me so hard, he looked full-filled with hitting me, so he kept doing it, he said if I told anyone, my mom would soon see my dad, he threatened her,Jake," I paused and looked up at him and he looked even more angrier and confused, "I had to protect her, I couldn't lose my mom as well, so he abused me for almost 2years and I was emotionally drained, I lost contact with my mom,friends and even my family. I stayed with him for my mom, even though he beat me, nearly raped me, almost choked me to death and even called me a whore, slut, bitch and even a wench. One night he went to hit me and when he did, I was done. I escaped, moved here and never heard from him again until today at the coffee shop. Luke and Chrissy were my friends back then and I told them that Ryan cheated, they were suspicious but they pushed it aside to help me and they did. I love them for that, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my braveness and them." I said and I was now full on sobbing into Jake's shoulder and he was breathing heavily.
"You can't tell them, forget I told you." I said and looked up at him and his jaw was clenched, his face was full of anger. I crawled off of him and he looked up at me.
He stood up and I could feel the anger radiating off of him.
"How fucking dare he! That son of a bitch is lucky I wasn't there today, fuck." He roared and I backed up, I was scared, not of him but of what he would do to Ryan.
"Mother fucker!" He yelled and went to swing at my wall but he paused and he realized that I was backed up against the wall. His expression softened and he walked over to me.
"I'm sorry, just the thought of another guy hurting you or touching you, pisses me the fuck off." He says through clenched teeth.
"I would never ever hurt you, trust me on that love." He says and try's to comfort me and put his arm on my shoulder but I shake it off.
"You're hurting me, emotionally.You won't tell me anything about who the fuck you are, yet I just opened up to you." I said as tears fell but I was more angry than sad.
"Love, I promise one day I will explain everything to you, just not now. I just can't lose you, right now." He says and I look up into his eyes and hurt flashes in them but it passes quickly.
"Okay." I say and he nods. I walk and sit on my couch, he follows as well and pulls me into him and I rest my head on his shoulder and fall asleep instantly.
*** I wake up and notice that Jake is gone. I looked around and saw a note on my kitchen counter.
It said: Love, I had to attend to some important business. It pained me to leave you all alone and unprotected but I promise I will be back as soon as I can. Stay safe and if you need me, you have my number, so use it. Please don't go out, stay home. Jake.
I set it down on my counter and took a deep breath.
You're going to be okay, Abigail.
I repeated that over and over in my head. I walked in my room, got dressed into skinny jeans and a black shirt with lace on the arms. I put my Adidas sneakers on and walked out the door and locked it. I was going to the store, Ryan would not interrupt my daily shopping schedule nor my life ever again.
*** I walked into the store and was greeted by an elderly woman and she smiled and waved at me, I smiled and waved back as well.
I decided to go to the store to get clothes and food for my house. I was running low for food and I wanted new clothes. I gotta change up my style once in a while.
I walked in the back and started to wander around for clothes. I ran my hand over the materials and felt how soft they were until my eyes stopped on the most beautiful piece of clothing. It was a black shirt that was a crop top, a maroon skirt and it came with a pair of black knee boots.
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I grabbed it and walked up to the counter and paid for it. I planned on getting food but I was so in love with this that I decided to go food shopping tomorrow and just order out tonight.
*** I walked into my house and found a worried, angry and a pacing Jake. He had black jeans on and a gray t-shirt that fit him so well, his hair was a mess and his shoes were on still.When I walked in further, he spun around and I swear he looked like he was going to murder me. He marched up to me and before I knew what was happening he picked me up, making me drop my bags and spun me around and hugged me. I could feel him breathing hard and he was shaking. He finally set me down, walked over in my kitchen and rested his hands on the counter, his chest was falling and rising so quick, he looked like he was a having a panic attack.
"Jake, hey, it's okay." I cooed and walked over to him and he clutched his chest and he feel down on his knees.
Oh my gosh, he's having a panic attack.
I quickly knelt down and rubbed his shoulder and after about 10 minutes of saying soothing things and massaging him, his breathing was finally normal. I sighed in relief, he scared me, although I dealt with this, when my mom always had panic attacks. He stood up abruptly and I stood up as well. He looked so out of it and so lost?
I pulled him into my bedroom and he sat on my bed, still looking lost. I took his shoes off and I helped him get dressed into sweats and he took his shirt off. He left some of bis clothes here the first time he slept over and I may or may not have worn them a few times.
I walked over to him and crouched down so that we were eye level and I rested my hands on his legs.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, knowing that was stupid to ask.
He just had a panic attack, Abigail. Of course he isn't okay.
"No I'm not, I told you to stay home. I needed to know where you were, then when I got here, you were gone, there was sign of where you went and your phone was here. I thought I lost you, I failed you, Abigail. I failed," he looked at me with sad eyes and he picked me up and placed me into his lap, "I thought I lost you, I can't go through that again." He said and he was now shaking and at first I thought he was crying but when I looked up, his face was emotionless.
"I'm sorry, Jake. Come, lets go to bed." I said and went to move but he held me on his lap.
"No, I'm sorry, I left you all alone." He huffed out and placed me on the bed and walked into my living room.
"Jake, please. Come sleep by me." I said, getting a little emotional and he must of sensed that I was on the verge of tears because he came rushing in and climbed on the bed and pulled me to him and wrapped his arm around my waist, so possessively, like I was going to go somewhere.
