"Stop! Stop! Stay where you are!" Owen 's yelling caused me to jump. "I don't want to shoot you!" He growled.
"Owen. Hey, shh, it's okay." I reached out and my fingers through his hair. He settled for a moment, but the second my hand moved away from him, he started again. "Owen, hey, it's okay." I popped up onto my knees and touched his shoulder, I quickly learned that was a mistake.
"I f*****g said stop!" He shot up off bed and grabbed me by my shoulders, effectively pinning me to the mattress.
"Owen, come on. Look at me!" I could feel the panic building in me,. Not because I was afraid of him or what he could do, but because I knew he would hate himself in the morning if he hurt me in anyway. "Owen, look at me! See me!" His chest was heaving, his breath coming out in pants, his eye
