Page 61 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
"Make it go away, make it go away," I mumble and put my head between my knees and chest. "Please, make him go away," I cry.
"Jane," someone says, which makes me open my eyes and look up. I see Rowan with a soft look on his face but I can see how worried and scared he is by looking at his eyes. "It's me. Rowan. I'm here, fawn. It's just me."
Rowan.
It's just Rowan.
He won't hurt me.
I'm okay.
He won't hurt me.
Rowan won't hurt me.
"Rowan," I mumble and he nods his head and scoots closer to me so that he can pull me into his chest and hold me.
"It's just me and you, fawn. It's only us two. I've got you." Rowan holds me to his chest and whispers in my ear. "I've got you. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, Jane."
"He got me though. He lifted my dress and-"
"You don't have to tell me. I know. You don't have to tell me," Rowan whispers and he rubs my back. "You're okay. I won't hurt you."
"I was so scared. It was exactly like that night. Instead I just didn't know what he looked like or what his name was." In the dream I call him Brendan. I have no reason for calling him Brendan, I just have a feeling he looked like a Brendan. "I have a feeling that he is going to come and get me."
"Stop," Rowan says, which makes me look up at him. He pulls me away from his chest and looks down at me. "Nothing will happen to you. Whoever he is, I won't let him touch you. You are mine and I will never let anything bad happen to you, okay?" Rowan asks in a serious tone and I nod my head. "I need to hear you say it."
"Okay."
Thirty One
Jane
I walkinside the kitchen and grab a water bottle from the fridge.
After the dream last night, Rowan and I sat down on the floor with his arms around me. He kept whispering in my ear that I was okay and he wasn't going to hurt me. I ended up falling asleep in his arms on the floor and when I woke up this morning, I didn't see him in my bed but I had his shirt on and his lingering scent on my sheets.
I hugged the pillow he slept on for a good five minutes, smelling it and imagining it was him.
I almost blush thinking about how he touched me last night, before the bad dream I had.
I loved everything about last night. He made me feel safe and I felt good with how he touched me. I loved it.
I smile as I think about it and try not to blush but I already feel my cheeks heat up.
"Morning," someone says, as they walk inside the kitchen and I look at who it is and see Andrew, Rowan's brother. I don't know what it is about him but every time I look at him I also get this weird chill up my back. I smile at him and take a sip of my water. "How'd you sleep?" he asks and I just give a thumbs up. He nods his head. "Why don't you talk?" he asks and I feel the blood in my body freeze.
I don't say anything, instead I just ignore him and take another sip of my water.
It's none of your business.
"Do you talk to Rowan? I bet you do," Andrew says, and I look at him and see his eyes gleam with mischief and recognition. "I mean you have to talk to him, right? You have to talk to somebody."
I wipe my bottom lip and look away from him and down at my hands.
Ignore him.
He doesn't know anything.
