Female Novel
CHAPTER 44
"Good morning," Jake smiles, walking over to me whilst holding a tray one handed. The smell ofpancakes floats through the air and my stomach grumbles loudly.
"Morning, what time is it?" I smile back, running a hand through my hair. We didn't get home until latelast night, the sun was beginning to rise just as I was drifting off.
"It's two in the afternoon," Jake chuckles, sitting down onto the empty side of my bed.
"Seriously? Wow," I respond, happiness filling my stomach as I think back to last night. The beauty ofthe night and Jake. I grin at him and sit up, propping myself up on the pillows behind me. A dull painflares up my side and I close my eyes, breathing through it. I wish it would hurry up and heal.
"Are you still in pain?" Jake asks me, a worried expression plastered across his face. I shake my head,shrugging it off.
"No, don't worry about it." I smile before looking down at the stack of pancakes he'd made. They’redrizzled with syrup and my mouth waters, noticing he's popped a side of Nutella with them too.
"What did I do to deserve this?" I ask him scraping my hair back and securing it with a hair tie.
"I enjoy making pancakes and I kind of want to impress you," Jake responds casually before stabbingthe top pancake with his fork and popping the whole thing in his mouth. I raise my brow at himamusingly and watch as he chews through the entire thing.
"Well, I'm impressed." I smile, reaching for my own fork. Jake fist pumps the air in victory, earning agiggle from me.
"Would you like to go back and get the rest of your stuff today?" Jake asks me gently, placing his forkdown. I shake my head, disagreeing.
"I'm not going back there Jake," I mumble quietly. I know I'm safe here. Each day it became a littleeasier for me to relax but I'm nowhere near strong enough to face Mum or Trevor. I look up at Jake,extremely thankful to have someone who cares about me enough to help me.
I climb out of bed and walk up to him, settling myself between his legs. My hands circles around hisneck and Jake remains still, watching me intently with a questionable look on his face.
"Thank you, it means so much to me."
"All I did was make you some pancakes and I've ate most of them." Jake chuckles, his fingers drawingcircles on my back. I giggle before moving back to look at him.
"No silly. I mean for helping me. . . I had fun last night too." I mumble, fiddling with my hands.
"So basically I'm like your Prince Charming?" Jake smirks, tilting my chin up so I'm looking into hiseyes. His lips began twitching and I smack his chest lightly for teasing me.
"Sort of but without the charm," I admit, my own lips twitching into a small smile. Jake's eyes light upand he chuckles quietly, his chest rumbling against mine.novelbin
"I'm so full of charm, you just don't want to admit it."
He suddenly takes hold of both of my hands, clutching them tightly as his expression turned serious.
"You don't have to be scared, I'll be with you."
I bit down on my bottom lip, feeling an uneasy feeling settle inside my stomach. I shake my head,finalising my decision.
"I don't need anything, I promise."
Jake sighs, running a hand over his face and up through his hair and I know something else is troublinghim.
"What's wrong?"
"The police will get involved if your Mum tells them you've left home. You know that, right?"
I nod slowly, my throat drying up with nerves.
"If I tell the police everything Trevor has done, I'll be allowed to stay here with you. . . I looked it up." Imutter, feeling anxiety build up inside me. I don't want to drag the past up but if it keeps me away fromTrevor, I'd do anything.
"Trevor said he'd kill me if I ever told anyone his secret," I whisper, my voice shaking. Jake sighs andpulls me closer to him, his arms wrapping around my top half.
"You've got me now Emily, you don't have to be scared anymore. I won't let anything bad happen toyou."
His strong arms tighten around my small frame and it feels like he's protecting me from the dangereverywhere I turn. Being inside his arms I feel safe.
"I don't deserve you," I mumble into his shirt. He shakes his head before replying —
"You're right . . . you deserve the world.”