[chapter twenty-five]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Faye's POV~
I can't believe I just asked him that.
I sound pathetic.
"Are you sure?" Jimmie asks, his face full of concern.
Am I sure.
Good question.
Yes.
Because I want to feel something other than fear and anger and humiliation.
Because I want to feel protected.
Because I need it as much as you do.
I shrug, not having an answer I can say out loud.
The seconds tick by before he smiles tenderly. "Okay."
After a few seconds of shifting and shimmying, I sigh shakily and try to relax into his embrace.
His back to the headboard, he pulls me against him gently, my back fitting perfectly to his chest. He wraps an arm around my collarbone gently, the other hand grasps mine softly in his, his chin resting on the top of my head lightly.
I knew we would fit together like this.
And I knew that for the first time in days, I wouldn't feel scared and alone.
I may have felt like a tool for asking him that, but I'm glad I did.
One tear slips down my cheek as I feel him kiss the top of my head softly and whisper against my hair.
"I'll never hurt you."
I know.
I know you won't.
You aren't capable.
You just aren't.
"I know."
"I know you know, but I wanted you to hear it out loud."
How can I go from having someone so controlling in my life to someone so wonderful?
I don't deserve it.
But god knows, I need it right
now.