Rescue me Romeo

"Em, just breathe" he said calmly "Focus on me."

I looked up at him, feeling the rhythm of his heart beat against my hand, which he held against his chest. I could see a look that I've never seen. He was sincere.
I was so used to the look of guilt etched on my mother's face, or the anger that my father showed on his.

I leaned into his chest now, wanting to feel his steady breaths as I felt his chest slowly rise and fall once more.
He had his right arm wrapped around my shoulders and his left hand was still on mine.
I never felt comfortable with any physical contact after what happened with my dad and classmates, but he was different.

And he called me 'Em', I smiled against his chest. Feeling a sense of comfort in his arms, the feeling that I had been longing for.

'Em' I thought to myself.

I smiled again.