Good Girls Love Bad Boys

Chapter Thirty - Eight

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"NO, PLEASE HELP! STOP! NO" I woke to Nathan's terrified voice filling his apartment.

I hung over the side of his couch. No matter his pleas for me to take his bed, I refused. Now I found myself running to end Nathans night terrors. Tears and Sweat soaked his sheets as he screamed in the memory of pain.

"NATHAN WAKE UP!! Please wake up! Its only a dream! Wake up baby!" I yelled shaking him to conscousness. His eyes opened, wide and alert. When he saw me in front of him his expression softened. I pulled him into my eyes, regognizing the ultimate fear he had in his eyes.

As we pulled away he winced. Right I forgot about the shrapnel in his arm.

"I'm sorry if I scared you" he said softly. I kissed him. I watched as he slowly laid back down. As I started to shift across the bed he caught my wrist. "could you....?" he asked. I nodded, understanding what he mean and laid down next to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and nuzzled his head next to mine. I loved this. I loved him. And the fact that he was so....Amazing and gentlemen like was astounding.

Listening to him breathing I could tell he'd fallen asleep.

"I love you Nathan" I whispered, barley audible.

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When I woke, I stretched out and realised I was alone.

I flinched at the cold bed. I checked Nate's phone, which was on the bedside table. Only 5:30 am. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I pushed myself up on my elbows and scanned the room. And the room looked like a tornado hit it. When I heard a grunt I juped from the bed. 

I entered his office to see him throwing a cork board across the room. Still drowsy from sleep I rubbed my eyes. I had just enough time to duck, when a vase flew across the room. Smashing against the wall of where I stood upright a few seconds earlier. 

"NATHAN!" I yelled. He turned and stared at me long and hard. But it was not him. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and his hair was messy. He looked scary. He turned around and punched a hole through his window. "NATHAN STOP!!!" I yelled stepping toward hi, even though it probably wasn't the safest thing to do. His hand was all bloody.  Before he could throw his laptop I caught his arm. 

He immediately relaxed under my touch. I slowly took the laptop in one hand and placed it on the table. He fell to his knees, tears gushed from his eyes. I wrapped my arms protectively around him, only slightly shocked by his tears. 

Nathan was broken. He'd survived one of the worst situations. His mates were killed. He was the last one left. He was broken. Traumatised. Destroyed. He was scared. No....he was terrified. Completely unaware that he was in safety. 

I lead him out to the Kitchen where I found a first aid kit. Tiny shards of glass scattered across his knuckles made it impossible to pick them out. I took himto the sink. 

"Okay this is going to to hurt a little bit" But as I said it and put his hand under the running water, he barely flinched. His silence was terrifying. His expression was hard and guarded. He didn't even glance at me. After - carefully - drying his hand and dousing it in anti-septic, I wrapped it tightly in a bandage. His expression didn't change. When I finished he stared at  his hands, motionless.