Leave me alone, ESCORT

Chapter 9

/Jane/

His lips twitched into a confident smile. "You wouldn't be able to land a single punch before I pinned you to the ground."

He took a step forward, but I didn't allow him to get close enough to touch me. I reached out my hand to punch him in the stomach, but he easily knocked my hand away before it could get close to him. My stomach clenched in fear as I realized that he was much faster than I thought he was. Panic made my blood run cold, but I wasn't ready to give up just yet. I'd never give up without putting up a good fight again.

He took another step towards me, and I kicked him in the ribs as hard as I possibly could. He easily sidestepped it, caught my leg, and closed the distance between us in such a short amount of time that I didn't have time to react. He threw us both onto the bed with his free arm wrapped around my waist.

My panic took over as soon as he landed on top of me, and I felt the scream tearing its way up my throat. He placed one hand over my mouth and the other over my hands, pinning them above my head and pressing his body against mine as I sank into the bed. I screamed and thrashed, attempting to throw him off me as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think of something other than John, but I couldn't keep my mind from returning to those memories. In my mind's eye, I could see his brown eyes widening with anticipation as he prepared to r**e me. I heaved and threw my head to the side, tears streaming down my face as I finally gave up. It was pointless because he was far too powerful for me.

I waited for the pain to begin, but it never arrived. I slowly blinked my eyes open and raised my head. Kurt was still holding me down on the bed, but he wasn't as heavy as he had been, as if he were lifting his own weight off of me.

"I promise you that I will not hurt you. "Believe me," he said, taking his hand away from my mouth. He gently wiped away my tears, which were still streaming down my face. "I just wanted to demonstrate to you that you require my assistance." I'm trying to keep you safe. Please don't make this any more difficult for yourself. "I'm not going to abandon you like the others," he said softly.

I looked up into his deep green eyes, and I could see the sincerity in them; they were kind, caring, and gentle eyes. They were the polar opposite of the brown eyes I'd been picturing in my head just a few moments before. I took him at his word. Kurt was not going to give up after a week and he was not going to hurt me.

"All right, but please get off of me," I begged, my voice trembling as I spoke. "Okay, but please get off of me," I begged again.

"I will, but I believe this is beneficial to you. No one can live their lives alone, fearful of letting people touch them or let them into their lives for fear of being abandoned. "I promise you that what happened to you will not happen again," he said, his face contorted.

I closed my eyes and allowed the tears to stream down my face. The feelings of grief, pain, and disgust returned in spades. Despite the fact that I had been broken for months, I had managed to keep the pain at bay by acting like an emotionless zombie; the only emotion I allowed myself to feel was anger.

"Do you require my assistance, or are you able to cope for a few minutes?" he inquired quietly.

I took a shaky breath in and out. My voice was soft as I turned my head to the side once more. "Please don't hurt me," I said.

"I'm not going to do it." He let go of my hands, but I was unable to move; it was as if my body had been frozen in place for some reason.

I was still sick, but for some reason, I put my faith in him. I really didn't want to, and I truly didn't want to, but I couldn't help myself. He didn't make a single move, not even shifting his weight. I kept my eyes tightly shut. I was aware that he was looking at me, but I wanted to maintain control, and the only thing that allowed me to maintain control was counting his heartbeats, which I could feel pressing against my chest.

After a couple of minutes, he pushed himself off of me and stood up on his feet. "Look at how well you did. "All I ask is for you to put your trust in me," he said, reaching out his hand to assist me in standing. As my body was suddenly racked with sobs, I rolled onto my side and brought my knees up to my chest in the foetal position. I'm sorry, but that's not good. Please accept my apologies. What were you thinking? "I promise, I would've gotten off!" he said, his voice filled with horror, and he made no effort to approach me again.

My plea was to "please leave, I just want to be on my own." With his confident, good-looking demeanor and foolish, nice-guy attitude, he was making everything worse, and I didn't want him around.

He eventually consented after a few moments of deafening silence filled the room. "In that case, I'll simply be next door." "Please accept my sincere apologies.

When I heard the door close, I didn't even bother to open my eyes. I shouted till I was out of breath as I crept up the bed, pulled the nice pillow over my face, and then crawled back down. There were so many thoughts racing through my head that I couldn't keep up: why didn't it bother me that he was standing on top of me? What was I thinking when I let him to do that? But above all, why was it so upsetting to me when he decided to go on.

Guilt. Due to the fact that I had just savored the touch of another guy, I was consumed with guilt on the inside. Because I was feeling so guilty, I felt like throwing up. Sam, oh my God!

Please accept my apologies. I constantly chanted in my thoughts, "I promise you, this will not happen again."

The photo that I had by the side of my bed caught my eye as I moved over in my sleep and grabbed it up. Kurt touched me, and Sam's lovely face welcomed me, making me feel even worse about myself. A year after the shot was taken, everything flipped upside down. We were fifteen at the time of the picture. While at the beach, we spoke about our lives. He had his arms securely wrapped around my waist and was beaming with his lovely grin. Just as the shot was being taken, I burst out laughing at something he'd murmured in my ear. Every day, I hoped I could recall what he'd said since it was so memorable. I stroked the back of my thumb across his chin to make him laugh. My heart ached every day because I couldn't stop thinking about him.

That night, I sobbed myself to sleep, which was something I hadn't done in months at that point.

I screamed out loud when I awoke the next day. As was customary for me, I had been fantasizing about John. In my ears, my heart was thumping in my chest as I sat up gasping, attempting to catch my breath, just like I did every night. With my legs bent, I slid my head between my knees and leaned on them.

My door slammed open and the lights flashed on, almost blinding me as they came on. The sight of Kurt wearing only his boxer shorts caused me to whimper in astonishment. His gaze flitted across the room, looking for something to catch. With one hand, he carried a rifle that he pointed straight out in front of him; with the other, he crossed his body, and the knife in his other hand, he looked downright evil. Seen from a distance, he appeared completely concentrated and murderously furious.

Not a handsome kid model anymore, he appeared to be more like a tough SWAT agent now.

It took him less than a split second to make his way across the room." "I'm going to need you to get up and follow me." He demanded, "Right now!" I sprung out of bed, my mind racing with confusion as to what had happened. Whether or not there was a resident in the residence

The moment I got to within a few feet of him, he began backing up, forcing me to follow behind him. As I was about to fall, I grabbed his hips with my hands to save myself from falling farther. When we began to back up, I accidentally knocked against a wall behind me, causing me to moan. In order to protect me from the rest of the room, he put his back into my chest, pressing his entire body against mine.

The man whispered, "Shh!" Once again, I sobbed and clamped a hand over my lips, pressing my forehead firmly into his bare back in an attempt to stifle my own cries. The question was forcefully muttered by him. "Where?" "Can you tell me where they've gone?

In order to get my hand away from my lips, I backed up. I'm looking for a specific person. "I'm not sure," I said, rubbing my body into his and attempting to melt into his.

In your room, I was wondering who was there. "Can you tell me why you were scream?" he inquired, apparently perplexed at this point as well

After a while, I came to terms with the situation. I'm sorry, but that's not good. Why did you come into this room when I was yelling? After a few minutes, the shock began to subside from my tensed body and I sighed a sigh of relaxation.

"Well, what?" Still examining my room for signs of danger, he shrugged his shoulders.

There's nothing there, there isn't anything at all." The dream I was having was a bad dream. My apologies. During that split second, I felt like a total and utter loser. It was because I woke up screaming every night that everyone had relocated their bedrooms, and I was the only one down this end of the corridor. The idea of waking Kurt awake hadn't even crossed my mind.

I'm being disregarded by everyone else at this point.

He turned to face me, his expression filled with concern. He remained close to me, his chest practically brushing against mine. In hushed tones, he said, "Were you dreaming?" In return, I gave a nod of my own. His breath was heavy, and he shifted his knife to his gun hand, allowing him to run his palm through his unkempt bed hair with ease. "Sad as f**k, but true." It appeared as though you were being slaughtered," he added, his eyes wide as he looked me in the face.

Then I thought to myself, "Perhaps I was."

In the process, he ran his fingers through his hair, which he swept over my shoulder before taking hold of my hand. His voice trailed off as he whispered, "It was because of what I did earlier, wasn't it?" His tone was tinged with regret.

I made a ferocious shaky-head motion. 'No, it wasn't like that,' I insisted. Then I assured myself, "I suffer nightmares every night, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you."

He softly gripped my hand, sending small tingling sensations up my arm and into my handbag. Despite my displeasure with his caressing me, I frowned as I realized I didn't dislike it. Could have just been some warm-up, as he'd mentioned before? You might want to consider switching rooms." Another room above is where I'll be able to speak without being heard," she says.

The heat of shame washed across my cheeks, causing my eyes to dip to my feet once more.