Chance Meetings?

Chapter 15-Chance Meetings{Part 1}

Part 2 will be on the way soon.... ;) x

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Chapter 15! 

I stretched the length of my body tiredly, pulling the tight muscles apart and wincing when a pain struck my arm. ‘Ah…’ I whisper with a raspy edge.

‘Emily?’.

My eyes snap open and a huge sense of an overwhelming feeling takes over, seeing a dark ceiling up above me. I let out my breath I had been holding unnoticed and feel my head spin. My hand flew to my forehead and I hear whispers. ‘Shh.. Yeah she’s waking up now. Thanks, bye’, then intended for me.. ‘Em…? How are you feeling?’ I peek to the left side of me and see someone watching me with concern. I frown trying to trace back where I’ve seen this face before. I look down and see a familiar set of strong scarred hands holding one of mine.

‘Where’s-?’.

But in an instant my mind freezes and I stare at him. ‘I feel really strange…’ I whisper and tears I had no idea of why, started streaming down my cheeks. ‘I know honey…’ he whispers back before pressing a soft squeeze to my hands. It was Sam and he looked torn. ‘Where am I?’.

‘You’re in your bedroom, your family will be coming back from the police station soon okay?’.

‘The police?’. Why would they go to the police? I’ve worried them haven’t I? Panic sets in and I start shaking my head, my eyes looking at every corner of the room. How was I going to explain what happened to me? Was I going to tell the truth? Hands grab my face in a firm grasp and I look down at my hands starting to tremble on their own paling in colour. ‘Emily look at me!’ his voice chilled my trembling bones still and as soon as I met his golden eyes I felt my heart slow, almost to a stop. ‘Emily, you are safe… you are stronger than this. Do you believe me?’ he asks me directly, holding my gaze like my life depended on it.

Slowly I nod, not being able to part my lips as my breathing levels out. ‘Good girl…’ his thumbs stroke my cheekbones gently a few times and I feel my muscles relax but cool to a low temperature that made me want to rug up in front of a heater. ‘That’s it…’ he soothes.

‘Thank you’ I breathe watching his eyes travel down to my mouth.

‘You’re fine, the drugs are leaving your body now. All I can do for you now is stay until your parents get back’ his hands slowly leave my cheeks cold and I want to protest, but of course I can’t do anything. I’m broken and in a bed. He walks around the end of the bed and a minute later comes back into the room and brings a damp wash cloth to my forehead.

I watch as he pads my temples where the water drips into the strands of my hair, and as if  he was holding part of himself back he brings it wearily to my neck.

I swallow and he looks up at me, catching me watch and smiles an adorably shy smile.

‘It’s a good sign Em, a really good sign’ he speaks, while being preoccupied with my collarbone. ‘But you have to know… and I know you will hate hearing this. Like all the girls do, in romance novels or…’ his eyes widen. ‘Not that I’ve read any romance novels or anything like that!’ he shakes his head and runs his free hand through his messy hair.

‘They’re good books’ I whisper to kind of reassure and so he wouldn't feel awkward about it. He grins. ‘Yeah….’ He admits beside himself a little and I want to laugh. But smile because in this moment I’m just captured by his gentle tone of words. Who knew a tough, crazy cage fighter would actually read romance, or even just read a novel in general!