Two weeks later…
I’ve been spending the last week at Kyla’s house. I wasn’t ready to go back with Easton, Braxton, and Dylan, and my brother needed to go back to work. Kyla and her men made sure that at least one of them was always home with me. I wasn’t ready to be alone after I spent so much time alone during my captivity.
Logan reluctantly left, and only because I had made him. He and his kids needed to get back into a routine, but I promised to facetime him often. He said he was thinking of moving closer to us, and I really hoped he would. Not only would I get more time with the kids, he would have more help since his uncle Leo wasn’t getting any younger.
Helen and her brother, whose name I just found out was Victor, were awaiting trial, and being charged for kidnapping. I would have to see them during the trial, but hopefully that would be the last of it.
I was extremely thankful for everyone in my life. They were making sure I had the best lawyers and care. My own doctor saw me in the hospital, and I was only allowed light activity. They were worried about the amount of stress I was under, since I was about twenty-eight weeks along.
Thankfully, Chad understood, and I didn’t have to worry about working. It’s not like I have an apartment to pay for since I gave that up to move in with the men.
They wanted me to come home with them when I left the hospital, but I wasn’t ready for that.
All of my stuff was still there, but Kyla had picked up a bag for me.
I wasn’t sure if they were still my men, though I knew they wanted to be. I could see the regret and sorrow in their eyes every single time they came over, which was at least once a day.
They paid for everything, and made sure that I didn’t have any other worries.
Kyla’s parents had come to visit me as well since I grew up very close to the whole family.
Of course, everyone had their own opinions about Easton, Braxton, and Dylan. I knew I needed to talk to them soon; I just didn’t feel ready yet. Everything still feels fresh. The nightmares have been keeping me up. Not so much of what I went through, but what my life would have been like if no one found me and I died out there, or if Victor was successful in getting rid of his sister and then keeping me for the horrors he had fantasized about.
I knew it was a matter of time before Easton, Braxton, and Dylan would come over and make it known that they wanted to talk. I’m already shocked that they had let it go on this long without having “the talk.”
There are nights like tonight that make me wish I still had my own place.
The nightmares wake me up, and then I struggle to fall back asleep. I always try to calm my mind, but it usually doesn’t work. No matter what I do after waking up from my nightmares, I am still just laying there, wide awake and anxious.
It also doesn’t help that you can hear the moaning.
I may not be right next to their room, but I am close enough.
Who knew my best friend was a screamer in bed?
That was not something I wanted to know and, if I had known, it wouldn’t be something I wanted to hear for myself.
It also makes me wonder about my own men; if they were even my men anymore.
My head and my heart are saying two different things.
I miss them. Fuck, do I ever miss them.
My phone goes off, breaking my thoughts.
Dylan: It feels wrong to not have you in our bed. I know you still need time, but I need you to know that I miss you with everything that I am…
Me: I miss you guys too, but I can’t just forget everything that happened.
Dylan: I know, I won’t ever forget it either. I hope that we can work through this.
Me: I just need time.
Dylan: Let’s start from the beginning. We did things kind of backwards. How about we get to know each other properly.
Me: Like dating?
Dylan: Exactly. We need to rebuild our relationship from somewhere.