Rachel POV
My head is pounding and I have lots of difficulty opening my eyes. I just remember Patrick´s message and then everything goes black. I fluttered my eyes open and noticed that I was in my bed, wearing flannel pj´s and at my night stand there was a bottle of alcohol and cotton balls. What the hell happened to me? I tried to sit up when a pair of strong arms held me. “Careful Doll.” he softly said and then I looked at his tired eyes “Jason?” I whispered and then said “What are you doing here?”
“Doll, you called me last night. You scared the s**t out of me. Thankfully Iris helped me out. You are safe and out of danger.” He said softly, sitting on the edge of my bed, picking me up to lean on him. My head resting on his shoulder and his arm going around me. He looked different, hi
