Daisy is the soft-hearted mother of one with a dark past and an ex husband she's running from. She's spent the past six months building a new life for her and her daughter, Hope, trying to blend into the world around them. Her memories are tainted...
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Huge arms enveloped around my body, as my head came into contact with a hard chest. We were moving somewhere, with me cradled in his arms. He had a firm grip on me, but he was gentle. Nothing like the times Robert would pick me up, and drag me across the floor. Or chuck me onto the surface of anything; hard or soft.
What if it was Robert? Had he come back? Was he here to hurt me? Maybe he was tricking me?
I flinched as I was gently placed on something soft, my bed maybe? I tried to fight free from his arms, but he kept a firm grip on my shoulders. I was gasping for air, pushing, desperate for him to move.
"No. Get off me, please your not supposed to be here" I yelled, and pleaded through tears. I was choking from the tremor inside my body, it wasn't until I heard his voice that I began to calm down.
"Shhh, Daisy you're okay it's me"
Nate
Oh god. I felt the shame crawl up my skin, embarrassment drowned my cheeks with colour. I wanted the floor to open up, and swallow me whole. He must of thought I was a complete freak.
I was surprised when he did the opposite of what I expected (to run for the hills). He held my face, and cooed to calm me down. "Daisy it's okay, you fell asleep I was bringing you home to bed"
"Daisy?" Amanda shot through the door with a sympathetic wince when she noticed Nate. She'd heard it all.
Oh no. Hope.
I broke my attention from Nate, who was still cradling my face with a concerned expression, to alert Amanda of Hope.
"She's fine" I went to open my mouth, but she already knew what was about to come out.
I exhaled in relief, my panic attack was about to start again until she said that. The last thing I needed was Hope terrified. I've already scared the one man I had trust to date, without a doubt his brain was overcome with all sorts.
"I'll just go double check on her, and then I'll be back" she offered as she carefully shut the door for our privacy.
Nate was still watching me intensely, concern etched all over his features. His eyes were wide, searching for something. It was as if his eyes were trying to get inside my head, and see all the corrupted, terrifying, shameful images that's lead me to this. His pulse was thumping out his neck. I'd terrified him. Great.
I gulped, then licked my lips trying to remove the dryness before I spoke. Only I didn't know where to start. How do I explain this? How do I tell him that he caused me two panic attacks because my ex was a complete psycho?
After realising I couldn't physically talk about it yet, refusing to shame myself anymore, I looked down and sniffed away the tears that were floating on the brim of my eyelids.
