LearNing To LoVe

CHAPTER 15

Roman made his way up the stairs to his bedchamber.

Cries and screams escaped from his room. He recognized Melissa screaming for someone to stop, he picked up his pace taking a two steps at a time to get to his wife.

He pushed the bedchamber door open and ran in ready to fight, his hand on his dagger in his pocket. He spotted his wife tossing and turning on their bed, her hands fisting the counterpane, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth twisted in pain.

She cried out for help, cried out that someone was hurting her and cried out for them to stop. Her cries filled with pain as Roman ran to her aid realizing she was having a nightmare, another nightmare just a few in a couple days.

Melissa hadn't been sleeping well at night because her dreams haunted her, she was afraid to sleep because each time she slept she relived her painful past.

"Melissa, wake up," he said as he gently shook her.

"Wake up, it's just a dream," he said.

He shook her gently until her blue eyes were linked with his grey orbs.

Melissa was perspiring profusely and the tears were streaming down her face. Roman wrapped her up in his arms and held her as she cried.

He kissed the top of her head reminding her everything was okay.

"It's over now. No one will ever hurt you again. I will never allow anyone to hurt my girl," he promised as he rocked her and comforted her.

"It was horrible," she cried into his chest.

"He hurt me so much," she declared.

"No one will ever hurt you again," he promised,

"do you want to talk about it?"

"I can't," she said,

"I'm too ashamed."

"You never have to be too ashamed to tell me anything, Melissa. I'm your husband, nothing is going to change my opinion of you. I had a rough life before you came into my life, and you still love me the same. Nothing that happened to you before me will ever make me feel less than what I do about you, Melissa. Sometimes it helps to talk."

"He was just so rough," she said in a whisper.

Melissa swallowed past the lump in her throat, tears burned her eyes and her heart was racing out of her chest. She clung to Roman, fisting his shirt sleeves in her small hand.

His grip tightened on her as he felt her shake beneath him. He kissed the top of her damp hair trying to calm her from her deepest fears.

"My papa," she began.

"He had a debt with a band of gypsy men. It was a big debt," she said.

"It was after he had destroyed me, took my virtue, destroyed my innocence. I was so young," she cried as she choked on her words breaking Roman's heart.

"My father sold me to the men to pay his debt. He let them do what they wished to me. My Papa tied me to the bed by my wrists and stripped me naked," she said, seeing the painful memories in her mind.

Her body shook more violently thinking of what came next.

"Every man took their turn with me there were 7 of them, 7 men."

Roman's body filled with anger, rage, he wanted to kill Bohemas sooner than later. He needed that deed out of the way before he could truly be happy with his wife.

Seth was a different story. He would keep an eye on him but wouldn't hurt him unless he got in his way or put Melissa in some type of danger. He almost expected to see his brother sooner rather than later, Seth didn't stay away for long.