As promised, Terror never left my side after the night at the beach, two weeks ago to be exact.
I barely could use the bathroom without him breathing down my neck, but he made me feel comfortable, and safe which was something I hadn't felt in all 19 years of my life.
Interestingly enough, the day was somewhat of a notable one.
May 11th. Also known as 'the day a queen was born.'
In the words of Terror.
"Happy birthday beautiful." I rolled over in the king sized bed to face the man I had recently started waking up to every morning.
"Thank you." I said smiling down at Terror as he pulled a box from behind him, before handing it to me.
I smirked a little as I took it from his hands, removing the bow.
When the lid finally came off, I studied the contents inside of it. I reached my hand in the box pulling out the papers inside before keenly reading it.
My heart dropped as I realized what this meant.Bick was dead.
A rapist was dead.
YOU ARE READING
Pretty Little Fears
RomansaNow I just wanna know Don't you sugarcoat I'll say it all if you won't Now could you tell me like it is? Pretty little fears Music to my ears