Trapped

Ouch *Chapter 8*

I wake up the next morning to Shane playing with my hair. I smile and put my face in the crook of his neck. "Morning," Shane says. I hum in response and smile. Shane shakes his head and kisses my temple. "You're too cute," he says. I giggle and look at him.
"No," I say.
"Yes," Shane says.
"No," I retort.
"You are right. You're not cute, you're adorable," Shane says smothering my face in kisses. I giggle and push him off of me, sitting up.
"Stop," I say laughing.
"Alright, alright," Shane says. He wraps his arms around my torso and puts his head in the crook of my neck. I lean into him and he lays us down.
About an hour later, we decide to stop cuddling and do something. We got up and went out to the kitchen to get some lunch. During lunch, Shane's phone started ringing. He ignored it and muted his phone. Next, my phone rang. "If it's Ryan, ignore it," Shane says. I mute my phone and look at Shane.
"Are you guys ok?" I ask.
"He believes Marielle more than he believes you," Shane says, "And I believe you over how emotional you got over it."
"Are you serious? She lied to him!?" I exclaim.
"Relax," Shane says gently, "And yes, she did. She just doesn't want anyone trusting you." Shane and I finish lunch and start watching movies.
About an hour into the movie, there's a knock on the front door. I look at Shane, and he shakes his head. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him. There's another knock. "I know you're in there!" Ryan shouts. I relax and sit back. Shane chuckles a little bit at my reaction and we sit there. The door opens and Ryan storms in. "Did she change you into this!?" Ryan shouts pointing at me.
"Get out of my apartment," Shane casually says.
"No! She did this to you! Didn't she!?" Ryan screams.
"He said to leave," I say. Ryan grabs my arm and drags me off the couch.
"Let go of her!" Shane shouts. Ryan grabs my shoulders and starts shaking me violently.
"What did you do to him!? Huh? Why did you do that to Marielle when you guys were fifteen!? Why!?" Ryan screams in my face.
"Let me go!" I scream. I smack Ryan across the face and he lets me go. I rush to Shane and Shane rushes over to me and grabs hold of my shoulders.
"Are you alright?" he asks. I nod and Shane pulls me to his chest.
"Get out of my apartment. Before I call the police," Shane growls. Ryan stands there in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," Ryan says.
"Just go back to your oh so perfect girlfriend," I say. Ryan stands there sadly.
"I'm sorry," he says. He then walks out of the apartment and to his car. I could hear Marielle and Auther laughing in the back of my head. Shane holds me closer to him.
"Are you getting flashbacks?" he asks gently rocking us back and forth.
"Not yet," I say, "But I'll get them sometime today, or tonight." And I was right.
That night, I was laying in my room, peacefully asleep until I woke up breathing heavily. I could hear Aurther yelling at me as if he was in front of me. "Stop," I whisper. But the screaming gets louder and louder. "Stop!" I scream. Nothing stops. It keeps getting louder and louder and louder. "Shane!" I scream. Everything falls silent except for the heavy footsteps running down the hall. Shane runs into my room and engulfs me in his arms.
"It's ok. It was just a dream," he whispers, "You're safe now." I let Shane hold me and listen to him whisper to me that I'm safe. I started to calm down and breathe properly again. Shane rubbed my back gently and slowly rocked us side to side.