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[Chapter Four] Denial To Anger

Chapter Four – Denial To Anger
Bailey's Pov

I woke up feeling like shit, but I felt less tired, for the past few days I haven't slept, when I try I get nightmares or I toss and turn. The only time I slept was when I pretty much passed out. I felt so sick right now, and I was still shaking but I still felt better.

And then I noticed that I was sleeping on what felt like bricks. I looked down and realized that it was not my bed underneath me.

I yelled and moved away and was about to tumbled off the bed when arms shot out and pulled me back to the very muscled body I was not back to laying on. I was shaking so bad until I realized that it wasn't any kind of dealer that attacked me, I was in rehab, and it was safe here from them.

They couldn't get to me, they couldn't hurt me.

And then I wondered who the fuck was in my bed.

I looked up and his eyes were staring directly into mine, I jumped a bit in surprise to see eyes looking at me. Why was Julian in my bed?

I got lost a bit in his eyes and I couldn't think. They looked at me curiously, like he was trying to figure something out, but couldn't piece it together.

I thought and thought and it hit me that he was in the bathroom with me before I passed out and that was about all I remembered. So I still wasn't sure why he was in my bed. I was still in spandex and a sports bra and he was in sweats with no shirt.

I started at him and he stared back. Neither of us moved neither of us spoke; we just stayed where we were.

I was lying on his chest with my legs between his and my hands on his chest. His arms were still wrapped around me from when I almost fell. His hands stared making small circles on my bare back and I relaxed. I was still shaking but I calmed just a bit. I felt so tired still and I didn't want to move.

Why was he acting this was towards me, he seemed to hate me before, he threatened me and couldn't stand me at his table, so why was he here and taking care of me? Why did he come into my room in the first place to take care of me? Why was he being so kind?

I didn't know, and I couldn't find the voice to ask him at this moment because for the first time in a long time I felt safe, protected. I knew that was stupid since we've been at each other throats, but it didn't change how I felt.

I broke eye contact and laid my head back on his chest and closed my eyes. I could feel his breathing accelerate slightly as I felt it more as I put a hand on his chest and brushed my fingers over his skin.

I lay there in peace with him for I don't know how long, it felt so nice to have human contact with someone who I wasn't sharing drugs with, who wasn't groping me, who wasn't trying to pin me down and take advantage of me.

This was normal, safe, he wasn't trying to harm me, he wasn't doing this with any ulterior motive that I could think of right now, but I still wasn't sure why he was doing this and the thought nagged me.

His arms tightened around me and I fell back asleep, with him here the nightmares didn't come.

I woke up some time later and was moving around, I was going to be sick. His arms tightened in his sleep and I panicked.

"Julian, let me up I'm going to be sick." He bolted upright and picked me up to bring me to the bathroom. I barely held off as I was heaving again, but nothing really came out. I was shaking and sweating and I was hot and cold. I felt horrible, but not as bad as this morning.

He brushed the hair back from my face and grabbed a hair tie to tie it up in before he rubbed my back, the gesture was calming and I leaned back against him when I stopped. He was so big compared to me and I felt so fragile. I should feel terrified, if he really wanted to, he would hurt me, take advantage of me, kill me, but I didn't feel scared.