AN: new chapter :)
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Chapter 9
Her apartment door in front of her Carol stood frozen like she was unable to move.
They had been to her motel, checking her out then had decided to head to her apartment. She had already unlocked the door, but she stood frozen, like she couldn't move. The attack was playing over and over in her mind.
He put his hand on the small of her back. "Ya alright?"
She seemed to melt into his touch, it was as if she was drawing strength from him. She was steeling herself, preparing to go in.
"It's ok to feel it." He said into her neck as he slipped his arm around her waist. "If you feel it, that means it's over. Can't hurt you again."
She sighed, her head laying back on his shoulder. She was listening to his heart beat he realized.
"I'm scared it will be too much." She said her voice small. He squeezed her waist tightly.
"Your strong, it won't be." He whispered. He was swaying a little as he held her. Both of them staring at the door.
"Not yet, but I want to be." She said.
He bit his lip. "Do you remember, when you were sixteen, and that bitch you were living with was pissed and told you that your momma had cheated on your daddy. She tried to tell you, that your daddy wasn't your real daddy. But you never believed her, did you?" He asked and she shook her head.
"No, I didn't believe it. My momma wouldn't have done that. My aunt just hated her." She whispered. "You saw that?" She asked curious.
"I was so proud of you, for not believing that bullshit. It wasn't true," he whispered.
"It wasn't?"
"No..but you already knew that. You believed in your parents, without hesitation. That's how I believe in you. I don't need to look in to the future. I know you can do this. I believe it." He said.
She nodded turning her head to look up at him. "Together?" She asked putting her good hand on the knob. He put his hand over hers and helped her turn the knob as he spoke.
"Always"
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
They had most of her belongings loaded into the truck. There hadn't been much, the apartment had been furnished.
She was standing in the room hugging herself staring down at her bed. It broke his heart how small she looked, but he was so proud of her.
"I think...I think I felt you, here." She whispered thoughtfully. "That night." She said.
He walked over towards her. Pulling her too him. It was hard to resist touching her.
"When I was sleeping, I was having a dream. Someone was begging me to wake up." She said.
"Yes...I was." He said. "I thought if you could wake up. Make noise. Someone would hear you. Help you."
"I heard you, and when I woke up...I knew I wasn't alone." She whispered still staring at the bed.
"You weren't" he whispered "You were never alone."