Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Wait, was that a dog? Dogs shouldn't be underwater. It wasn't safe.
"REX..."
She woke up screaming for the fucking dog. At least she woke the fuck up. It seemed like forever since I'd been sitting here.
I gave my boy a good rub down and a doggie treat; he'd done his job. I might look into buying him his own fucking pet store; now for my girl.
She opened those big brown orbs of hers, but instead of their usual beautiful light, they were bloodshot and sad. She was looking around, kind of loss, which was to be expected since she didn't know where the fuck she was.
I eased up out of my chair and went to her, I wasn't sure how she was going to react to seeing me, but I was just thankful as fuck that she was awake; she had me worried there for a minute.
"Gage?"
"I'm right here." I walked around so she could see me since her face was turned to the wall.
"Gage?"
"Ssssh, it's okay. I'm here." I hugged her lightly as I wiped her tears, her body was shaking really hard, and I knew what that meant, panic attack. She grabbed on to me so tight I could feel the bones in her chest.
"Don't leave me, please don't leave me."
I fought my own tears as I tried to soothe her.
"I won't, I promise."
Home, that's what the fuck I felt in her arms, holding her again when I thought this would never happen when I had thought it was fucking impossible. I guess watching the woman you love almost die went a long way to abating anger.
She was my baby, my butterfly, and after I straightened her shit out, I would work on forgiving. What? You didn't think I was gonna be a sucker, did you? It takes two to tango; the fact still remains that she was in that car. Fuck, would I ever go a day without that shit fucking with my head? Focus dickhead, alrighty then.
"Here, drink some water." I held the little plastic straw up to her lips, or at least I tried to, but she was holding on so tight it was hard to maneuver.
I sat on the bed and drew her into my lap; Rex was happy as fuck; he could give a shit what was going on, his two humans were together in the same place for the first time in way too long in his short life, and he was ready to play. Spoilt fuck. I'm kidding. That's my boy. He'd got his mother to wake up, hadn't he?
I finally got some water in her between her sniffles and shakes. When I thought she'd had enough, I laid back against the bed with her still cradled in my arms. It felt so fucking good to have her there again, damn.
I played with her hair while she drifted off again. I probably should have let dad know she had woken up, but I wasn't leaving her. Never again.
CHAPTER 21
I must've dozed off because I woke to her staring at me. I took a deep breath and enfolded her closer to me, throwing my leg over both of hers. Fuck, that's the way we usually woke in the mornings. I tried drawing away from her, but she wasn't having that shit.
"Please don't." She burrowed into me like she was trying to crawl into my fucking body. So I held on tighter.
We still had a lot of shit to work out, but she needed me; I didn't want her disappearing in her head again. That shit was scary as fuck.
It felt good as fuck to hold her like this again, and I could pretend I was doing this for her, but I knew it was as much for me as it was for her.
I kissed the top of her head as she drenched my shirt with her tears. How the fuck could someone who was dehydrated have so many tears inside? Fuck if I know. I held her through her crying jag, rubbing her back in comfort all the while. I'm thinking now wasn't such a good time to talk.
She was so weak she couldn't stay awake. She drifted in and out of sleep for the rest of the morning. I had relocked the door a while ago, and there was a lot of traffic out there; I had heard first her dad and then the twins trying to get in, but I didn't get up to let them in, there was some grumbling and loud voices, but I didn't give a fuck. They better not wake her the fuck up; just saying.
I texted Brian to keep everyone the fuck away, and I guess he was doing his job because that shit had quieted down. I had my phone on vibrate; I didn't need to talk to any fucking one; the only person I gave two fucks about right now was right here next to me; the rest of the world could go fuck itself. That shit had been buzzing away like fuck for the last half hour, though; I guess I should see what the fuck was up; it could be Brian, though I think if it was that important, he would've come to the door.