out.”
“Noah, don’t push me,” Uncle Garrett warns.
I take a step closer to him. “I respect you and I love you, Uncle Garrett, but I was there tonight. I protected Amy and I’ll continue to protect her from here on out. She’s not your little Angel anymore. We’re adults and we’ll come to you when we’re good and ready. Right now we’re going home. It’s been a fucked up night. I’ll call you when she’s ready.”
I slam the door shut and run around the car. Without looking back at them, I pull away, taking us home.
Amy’s mine and I’ll be damned if I let anyone hurt her ever again.
~*~
Chapter Forty-Two
Amy~
I’m exhausted to the very core of me. It’s as if someone has turned out the lights and left me in the darkness.
I’m vaguely aware of Noah and Daddy fighting, but I don’t even have the energy to stop them.
~*~
I wake up to the sun shining brightly over me. I snuggle deeper into Noah’s chest and try to drift back to sleep.
I feel his fingers tangle in my hair and then he places a kiss on the top of my head. I lift my head from his chest and press a kiss to his neck. I could wake up like this every day.
The tendrils of sleep drift away and then I start to remember. As flashes from the previous night assault me and I remember Noah being whipped, I start to tremble.
Tears well in my eyes, and I push myself into a sitting position. “Let me see your back,” I croak the words out.
“It’s okay,” he whispers.
I take hold of his arm and pull at him. “Please, let me see it!”
He takes a deep breath and finally sits up, and then turns his back to me. There are faint red marks crisscrossing his skin, but it doesn’t look painful.
“Does it hurt?” I ask softly.
He shakes his head. “Not at all.” He turns sideways and our eyes meet. “How do you feel?”
“I’m just tired.” I get up and go to the bathroom, and it’s then that I realize I spent the night in Noah’s bed. I can’t even remember how we got home.
He follows me and watches as I start my morning routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face. Only when I’m done, he takes a step closer to me. “I was there, Amy. I know what happened. Don’t bottle it all up inside, cause that shit will eat away at you until there’s nothing left of you.”
I drop my eyes to our bare feet. Noah is right but I don’t even know where to begin to fix the mess that’s become my life. “I’m so tired of people hurting me, Noah. I just want to be left alone to live the best possible life I can. Why do people have to be so evil? I don’t understand why.” I swallow hard on the lump that’s forming in my throat. “Am I being punished for all those times I fought with you, cause I’m so sorry for always reminding you that you’re adopted. I’m sorry for everything and I just want it all to end.”
He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around me. I let my arms slip around his waist and press my cheek to his chest. “Princess, I loved fighting with you, but I love what we have now even more. There is nothing for you to be sorry for. What’s happened to you is because people are sick, but I won’t let anything happen to you again. You’re safe with me and I’ll always make sure of it.” He takes hold of my chin and lifts my face to his. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “Let’s just chill. We don’t have to do a damn thing. Let’s just take some time to catch up with life.”
I nod, very happy to go along with that.
~*~
It’s been almost a week and I haven’t heard from Daddy or Momma. I can’t even remember where my phone is. I’m searching for it in all my bags, when Noah comes into my room. “What are you looking for?”
I sigh and glance through the room again. “I can’t find my phone. You haven’t seen it?”
Noah comes in and takes a seat on the bed. “Come sit.” I take a seat next to him wondering what’s up. “I have your phone. I wanted you to be
“Noah, don’t push me,” Uncle Garrett warns.
I take a step closer to him. “I respect you and I love you, Uncle Garrett, but I was there tonight. I protected Amy and I’ll continue to protect her from here on out. She’s not your little Angel anymore. We’re adults and we’ll come to you when we’re good and ready. Right now we’re going home. It’s been a fucked up night. I’ll call you when she’s ready.”
I slam the door shut and run around the car. Without looking back at them, I pull away, taking us home.
Amy’s mine and I’ll be damned if I let anyone hurt her ever again.
~*~
Chapter Forty-Two
Amy~
I’m exhausted to the very core of me. It’s as if someone has turned out the lights and left me in the darkness.
I’m vaguely aware of Noah and Daddy fighting, but I don’t even have the energy to stop them.
~*~
I wake up to the sun shining brightly over me. I snuggle deeper into Noah’s chest and try to drift back to sleep.
I feel his fingers tangle in my hair and then he places a kiss on the top of my head. I lift my head from his chest and press a kiss to his neck. I could wake up like this every day.
The tendrils of sleep drift away and then I start to remember. As flashes from the previous night assault me and I remember Noah being whipped, I start to tremble.
Tears well in my eyes, and I push myself into a sitting position. “Let me see your back,” I croak the words out.
“It’s okay,” he whispers.
I take hold of his arm and pull at him. “Please, let me see it!”
He takes a deep breath and finally sits up, and then turns his back to me. There are faint red marks crisscrossing his skin, but it doesn’t look painful.
“Does it hurt?” I ask softly.
He shakes his head. “Not at all.” He turns sideways and our eyes meet. “How do you feel?”
“I’m just tired.” I get up and go to the bathroom, and it’s then that I realize I spent the night in Noah’s bed. I can’t even remember how we got home.
He follows me and watches as I start my morning routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face. Only when I’m done, he takes a step closer to me. “I was there, Amy. I know what happened. Don’t bottle it all up inside, cause that shit will eat away at you until there’s nothing left of you.”
I drop my eyes to our bare feet. Noah is right but I don’t even know where to begin to fix the mess that’s become my life. “I’m so tired of people hurting me, Noah. I just want to be left alone to live the best possible life I can. Why do people have to be so evil? I don’t understand why.” I swallow hard on the lump that’s forming in my throat. “Am I being punished for all those times I fought with you, cause I’m so sorry for always reminding you that you’re adopted. I’m sorry for everything and I just want it all to end.”
He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around me. I let my arms slip around his waist and press my cheek to his chest. “Princess, I loved fighting with you, but I love what we have now even more. There is nothing for you to be sorry for. What’s happened to you is because people are sick, but I won’t let anything happen to you again. You’re safe with me and I’ll always make sure of it.” He takes hold of my chin and lifts my face to his. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “Let’s just chill. We don’t have to do a damn thing. Let’s just take some time to catch up with life.”
I nod, very happy to go along with that.
~*~
It’s been almost a week and I haven’t heard from Daddy or Momma. I can’t even remember where my phone is. I’m searching for it in all my bags, when Noah comes into my room. “What are you looking for?”
I sigh and glance through the room again. “I can’t find my phone. You haven’t seen it?”
Noah comes in and takes a seat on the bed. “Come sit.” I take a seat next to him wondering what’s up. “I have your phone. I wanted you to be
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