(The Right Kind of Wrong, Book 3)
SPOILERS FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
After years in jail and endless guilt, Hannah Carson has a new shot at life. What will she do when she realizes that nothing is how it was? She has to start over; from having eve...
And I'll be there when all our dreams have gone...
-Talk by November Lights
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Derek
Hannah slept next to me—her leg draped over my own and her head resting over my chest. I tightened my arms around her as the memory of the day's events replayed in my head. A lot changed in a matter of hours; the way I viewed Hannah...the way I perceived our relationship.
But the one thing that became clear was my need and love for her.
The thought of losing her forever scared me shitless.
I also realized I'd hurt her more than I could imagine and the guilt ate me alive.
One minute the image of her in the hospital played in my mind—the vision of her bruises and the way she remained dizzy even after resting. I hated knowing she was in pain and not having the ability to take it away.
And then the thought of Hannah trying to take her life kicked the other out, darkening my mood completely. Nothing felt worse than knowing my words caused Hannah to feel worthless and powerless.
I fucked up—in every sense of the words.
I shattered her hope, destroyed the dreams she always feared having.
My hold tightened around her body and I kissed the top of her head, letting her sweet scent seep into my bones. Hannah and my daughters meant the world to me and for them I'd do everything to make them happy and healthy. I wouldn't risk Hannah's life again and I'd take care of her.
I'd be there for her when she needed me. I'd take her out of the dark place her mind wondered to, just like she took me out of mine.
Stirring, Hannah let out a painful moan. Her eyebrows pulled together and her hand traveled to the bruises on her chest, clearly bothering her. With a quiet sob, almost so quiet I missed it, she opened her tearful eyes, peeking up at me as a tear rolled down her face.
"Hey..." I whispered, the sight of her crying tearing my heart apart. "Baby, what's wrong?"
"I was in the car again," she sobbed quietly, burying her face in my chest while she searched for comfort.
I gave it to her. If I could give her any sense of peace I would.
"It was just a nightmare, it's okay...it's over. You're with me."
She placed her hands on my chest, holding on to my shirt as she cried.
I knew the accident would leave her scarred, and I knew it was only a matter of time before she reacted to it. Being in a car accident had to be traumatizing and after the condition the car was left in, I knew she had to be terrified.
