Safehouse Pt.2

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Your POV

Bahamas, I never would've thought that I'd be here, much less be living in the same house as Mark and Jack. It's actually amazing, but I'm still worried out of my mind. As much as I wish I could enjoy every second of this all, I hate it. Every little sound startles me, I'm paranoid, I know, but I can't help but be.

What will Dark do if he finds us?
What would he do to them both?
Are we really safe here?
Would everything actually be okay?

And thoughts similar to this keep repeating in my head constantly. I can safely say this is the most I've ever been worried in a very long time, about 5 years to be precise. I can't exactly run away from them both even if I tried. I've been stuck in the same place, sure it's the Bahamas but I haven't been outside since we got here. I know Mark is just trying to keep me safe but it's suffocating at this point. They get to go out, but I'm never left alone in the house. One of them always remains. It's like they're working shifts, one day Jack goes out, the next day Mark. I don't know where they go nor do I care much to know. I just wish I could step out for a few hours at least and not have them breathing down my neck.
Currently Jack is with me, we haven't talked much though, he just sort of makes sure I'm ok and stuff. He gets me puzzles and books to read to pass the time every time he goes out. Mark brings me snacks.

Jack is rummaging in the kitchen, cursing the coffee machine for not working, he makes me chuckle at his shenanigans and I'm glad for it at a time like this. I'm sitting on a window seat, it's raining outside. I'd read but I've finished all the books Jack borrowed and he returned them already, though I'm not keen on re-reading books when I've recently finished them.
He comes and sits at my feet, I don't look at him but keep my eyes outside. I curl my legs up a bit so he can be comfortable.
"Here" he says, drawing my attention to him. He hands me a cup of hot something, knowing him it's probably coffee.
"Coffee machine's not working so, I hope my humble hands made a good coffee for you" he said, sipping on a cup of his own. I take a sip and it's really good, but I have to wonder how he knew I like black coffee, since we hardly talked.
"Mark mentioned to me you like your coffee black, like me. I told you he doesn't shut up about you" he said as if on cue. I nod my head and take another sip.
"It's pretty good" I compliment and silence falls over us again.
We drink for a while in a slight awkward silence until he speaks again
"So, what's on your mind?" he wants to make conversation but I don't think he'll like what I'm thinking of.
"Nothing" I replied, hoping he'd drop that.
"You want to get away from us, I know. You're worried, I get that but Mark just wants to keep you safe. And you know too that you won't catch that break" he states, and so confidently too. I look at him crossways and furrow my eyebrows. How could he possibly?

"It's on your face, I don't read minds or anything" he chuckled and drinks his coffee.
"Oh" was all I could muster as a response. I looked down at my cup of coffee, unable to say anything else.
"Hey, come on, you're safe here, you don't have to worry so much all the time" he lifts my chin and tilts his head a bit to look at me.
"We've been here for about a month and nothing's happened, we're fine" he says again, trying to make me hopeful and actually believe him. I think it kinda worked.
"I just can't help it, it's like I'm seeing history all over again. I just don't want a repeat" he nods his head.
"I get where you're coming from" another silence falls over us before he places down his cup in the windowsill.
"Hey, come here" he says and takes my cup, setting it down next to his. He pulls me by my hand into a hug. I'm surprised at first but I hug back and it relaxes me. He hold my head against his chest and I could hear his heart, its calm.
"We're all gonna be ok" he says softly and his heartbeat doesn't falter, he really believes that we would, and maybe I should believe it too. We pull away and he smiles at me
"Better" I nod and smile brightly. We settle back down and take our cups of coffee.

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