Out of the woods

The monsters turned out to be just trees

I am running through the woods, gasping for breath but trying not make a sound. I am tripping up on tree roots, with mud and leaves stuck everywhere on me. I am a mess. My hands hurt from constantly trying to stop my falls. My lungs hurt from the effort of trying not to breathe loudly, but desperately needing to do so.

They are behind me, watching, following. They are everywhere. They are inescapable. Golden eyes watch my every move.

They growl at me, and howl at the moon.

I must escape them.
I can't escape them.

I must run faster, but my legs are sore and bruised and bleeding. I must not run into trees, but my face is covered in mud and I struggle to see anything clearly. All I see are shadows and outlines and those eyes, oh those eyes.

I stumble yet again, but this time I do not get up. I cannot get up.

They are closing in, snarling viciously, about to pounce. I close my eyes and wait to be ripped to shreds.

"Shhhhh, it's okay I'm here."

What I'm still alive?
I open my eyes and look into soft brown eyes, concerned eyes.

"J-J-Jacob?"

"Yes love, it's me. You were sleepwalking. Must have been some nightmare. You screamed so loud and crashed into every tree you met. I tried to stop you..."

"But I was delusional. I thought the trees were monsters. I thought you were a monster. I'm going insane!"

"No, no you're not. Shhhh it's okay. I'm here. There's nothing to be afraid of. You're okay." I hadn't noticed I'd started crying, but Jacobs presence was so soothing, his hands in my hair so calming.

"Am I crazy?"

He barks out a laugh. "No love. It's the painkillers I gave you before you went to sleep."

"I don't remember taking any painkillers." I frown at him. "They must have worked better than expected then."

"Let's get you cleaned up and back to bed. You managed to get quite far sleepwalking."

"Thank you for finding me."

"No problem." He smiles at me gently.

He stands up, takes my hand and tugs me up. He's stronger than I gave him credit for. I am flung into his chest by the force of his pull. I look up into his eyes, and then down to his soft lips. When I look back at his eyes I see he is transfixed on something behind me, but before I can turn around to see what it is, he swoops me into his arms bridal style and starts carrying me back towards his cabin. This is becoming a bit too much of a habit for my liking.

"I can walk you know."

"Not with your ripped up feet you can't."

Suddenly I notice a burning sensation on my feet. How did I not notice I was barefoot and bleeding before?

The next thing I know it is morning and I am tucked snugly into Jacobs bed. I insisted on taking the couch, but he refused. He's so stubborn. I'm not some helpless fragile little girl. I've been surviving the paparazzi since I was 16, I must be pretty tough. There's just no winning an argument with that man. I'd be more annoyed if it weren't for the fact that he's always so nice and polite and respectful, not even ogling me last night when I was wearing his shirt and only his shirt, since my clothes are all ripped up from the accident.

I suddenly smell bacon from the kitchen. Om nom nom. I hastily get out of bed, run my fingers through my hair, tug the shirt I'm wearing down, and rush towards the bacon. My friend Cara and I are obsessed with bacon. We bonded over our love for bacon at the Victoria's Secret fashion show last year. Its strange, I never thought models could eat so much but they do. Modelling is hard.

"Mmmmm" I moan in appreciation of the baconny smell.

Not in appreciation of Jacobs tanned toned torso. Nuh uh. That doesn't even register to me at all. I've seen it so much recently I don't even drool at it all. Nope. No drooling. I am a mature 22 year old. I don't drool. I only drool at bacon not Jacob. Why is he always shirtless though? Am I wearing the only shirt he owns?
Jacob smiles at me and says good morning. I smile back. He has such a sweet smile. (Insert back to December lyric- your tanned skin, your sweet smile, So good to me, so right)

I sit down at the kitchen counter and watch Jacob as he cooks the bacon and eggs. I wonder how I can repay him for his kindness. He has been so good to me. But I should probably return to my own cabin, and to my life. But I don't want to. It's so nice here. It's so nice being treated like a person not like a celebrity.
There's a knock on the door. It startles me out of my reverie and I notice Jacob has placed a plate of breakfast in from of me.
I barely get time to thank him for the food before the door is yanked open and 3 very large, very tanned and very angry men enter. This cabin is waaaaaay too small for all these people. These must be Jacobs friends.

Jacob has taken a defensive stance in front of me, and I peek over his shoulder to smile at them. I don't want them to think badly of me.
Wait what do they think of me? I'm in his kitchen in only his shirt and it's obvious I spent the night. Jacob is an attractive man. They must think I am a one night stand!! Wait why do I care what they think, the paparazzi have published many mean things about me that I just shake off, why do I care about the opinion of 3 men I've never met before.

"Leave."

"Awww man, we just wanted to.." one tries to say something but is cut off by what I can only describe as a snarl from Jacob, who is now angrily striding towards his friends, or are they not his friends?

They exit as quickly as they entered and Jacob slams the door, clenching his fist and his jaw. Sheesh he has a prominent jaw line. Now is not the time for your neglected hormones to act up Taylor, the man in whose house you are alone with in only a shirt just showed an irrational bout of anger, I remind myself.

Jacob turns to me and I gasp, his eyes are no longer brown but gold, the same gold as the eyes in my nightmare.

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Mwahahahahaha cliff hanger!
Sorry not sorry.