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“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I could have been better about my delivery. Any calls have to be secure, and Greg or I can make sure that happens, okay?”
I glance at him and then away, nodding, dropping the phone on the bed. My hands are shaking as I wipe my cheeks. It was a stupid mistake, and if something happened to Layla, I’d never forgive myself.
My breath hitches as I release a sob, and I cover my mouth.
“Fuck, baby please,” he groans.
“Baby, huh?” I cry, looking at him in amusement even as I leak everywhere.
“It’s something new I’m trying,” Orion mutters. He really is adorable, I’m just having a hard time enjoying it.
His large hands take my face in his palms, tilting it so he can look into my eyes. “You weren’t on the phone long enough for it to be a problem,” he soothes. “She’s fine.”
“I should have known better,” I gasp. “If anything happened to her, I’d never forgive myself.”
“Hey, I know. Nothing is going to happen to her, or they’d already have tried, okay?” Orion says grimly.
“You don’t know that though,” I whisper, clenching my hands into fists to keep them from trembling.
“I do, though. Do you want to talk to your sister?” he asks.
I shake my head because while I do, I’m really upset, and I don’t want her to see me cry. I’m still protecting her, even from myself.
“No, she already sees too much,” I rasp. “I’ll just have Greg text her that I’ll call her later… maybe after the fake kidnapping.”
I snort as I say this, because this is my goddamned life now.
“Lennon,” he sighs and I shake my head.
“I just need a second, okay?” I tell him with a small smile.
Orion stares at me for a long moment before kissing my forehead. “You don’t have to be so damned strong, all of the time, little girl.”
Ahh, there he is.
“I’m very far from strong,” I sigh. “Can you get me some pen and paper maybe?”
I haven’t written in ages, but maybe it’ll help. I’m scared to draw right now, because the only things I see when I close my eyes are horrors.
Orion stares at me, opening his computer and logging in. He opens up a new document and places the laptop on my legs.
“Have at it, little dove,” he murmurs, walking away. I want to ask him why he called me that, but there’s this buzzing inside of me to write.
I vaguely hear his footsteps as he walks away, my hands pulling the computer closer to me. I’ve never created on a computer before…
Have you ever felt like you were losing control?
Drowning under the water, fighting to be free?
Screaming, please someone help me?
How do you think I feel?
Not knowing what is real.
My world is no longer reality.
It’s a monster hidden under my bed…
