close my eyes trying to figure everything out. A knock on the door brings me out of my thoughts and a huge smile crosses my face when he walks in.
"Good morning." He says handing me a cup of coffee.
"Oh my God, you must be psychic." I reply before taking a sip. The warm liquid feels so good sliding down my throat. "Thank you, I needed that." I say, smiling.
"Anytime." He says coming to sit by me. "How are you feeling today?"
"Better than I have been." I admit. He smiles and puts his arm around me bringing my face close to his.
"I see your stitches are gone." He says examining my face.
"Yeah, Amelia removed them last night."
He kisses my forehead, "You ready to blow this Popsicle stand?"
I nod. "Beyond ready."
"Well, let me go talk to Amelia and Dr. Iverson to see if the paperwork is almost ready." He says with a smirk.
The cool wind whips my hair around my face when I stop to breathe in some fresh air. Brandon pulls his truck around, opening the door for me. "It's just a short walk over there, you know." I say, climbing in carefully.
"Yeah but I can't have you falling down and getting hurt on my watch." He says reaching over me to buckle my seatbelt.
"I'm not completely helpless, you know that, right."
"Yes, I do know that, I was only trying to help." He says trying not to laugh at me. I roll my eyes and try to hide the smile threatening to cross my lips. In a few minutes we're sitting in front of my hotel room. Brandon hands me the key and walks me to the door. "Can you stay for a little while?" I ask before I even realize it.
"Sure." He says walking in behind me. The room is a bit bigger than my old one and the bright yellow paint covering the walls is cheerful.
"I didn't think you would want to go back to the other hotel."
"No. I didn't, but I have no idea how I can repay you for all this." I whisper.
"Like I said before, don't worry about it." He says carefully pinning me up against the wall. I smile looking up into his green eyes and kiss his cheek.
"Thank you." I say and he backs away from me. "Oh, here's my number." He says and hands me a small piece of paper. "I've got to run a few errands and I'll come back, ok?" I nod feeling like a gut wrenching blow has been landed on my heart. "One more thing." He says getting his keys off the table, "A big black truck was sitting outside when I came over to get your clothes, license plate V76LMP. Does that sound familiar?"
A surge of fear rushes through me and I begin to sweat. "Jasmine? Are you ok?" He asks as I begin to slide down the wall. I sit there a crumbling mess as tears begin to fall uncontrollably. "Is that who did this to you?" He asks me and all I can do is nod. "Jasmine, look at me." He says sitting next to me. "He won't hurt you again. Im telling you this now, and I mean it." He growls. Nodding I look away, the anger prevalent in his eyes frightening.
"You have my number if you need me. Do not hesitate to call me, I'll be less than ten minutes away."
He leaves and I lock the door, placing a chair under the knob. Turning on the TV I grab my phone and program his number onto speed dial. It's almost noon when he comes back and I'm still sitting there staring at the door when he knocks.
"It's me, Jasmine." Getting up I move the chair so I can open the door. He holds up a bag of fast food, that smells so good.
"Thought you might be hungry." He says smiling.
"Yes, please come in." Moving out of the way so he can come in I glance out at the parking lot. We sit and eat the food while talking and laughing. It was really nice.
For the next two weeks I'm in the hotel room, with Brandon or Austin with me always. I haven't gone back to work yet and I feel so guilty with Brandon spending all this money on me. Sneaking out for a bit, I find a newspaper and begin looking for an apartment.
I'm on the phone talking to the owner of a place I've found when Brandon gets here. He looks at me funny and sits my lunch on the table. "I'm looking for an
"Good morning." He says handing me a cup of coffee.
"Oh my God, you must be psychic." I reply before taking a sip. The warm liquid feels so good sliding down my throat. "Thank you, I needed that." I say, smiling.
"Anytime." He says coming to sit by me. "How are you feeling today?"
"Better than I have been." I admit. He smiles and puts his arm around me bringing my face close to his.
"I see your stitches are gone." He says examining my face.
"Yeah, Amelia removed them last night."
He kisses my forehead, "You ready to blow this Popsicle stand?"
I nod. "Beyond ready."
"Well, let me go talk to Amelia and Dr. Iverson to see if the paperwork is almost ready." He says with a smirk.
The cool wind whips my hair around my face when I stop to breathe in some fresh air. Brandon pulls his truck around, opening the door for me. "It's just a short walk over there, you know." I say, climbing in carefully.
"Yeah but I can't have you falling down and getting hurt on my watch." He says reaching over me to buckle my seatbelt.
"I'm not completely helpless, you know that, right."
"Yes, I do know that, I was only trying to help." He says trying not to laugh at me. I roll my eyes and try to hide the smile threatening to cross my lips. In a few minutes we're sitting in front of my hotel room. Brandon hands me the key and walks me to the door. "Can you stay for a little while?" I ask before I even realize it.
"Sure." He says walking in behind me. The room is a bit bigger than my old one and the bright yellow paint covering the walls is cheerful.
"I didn't think you would want to go back to the other hotel."
"No. I didn't, but I have no idea how I can repay you for all this." I whisper.
"Like I said before, don't worry about it." He says carefully pinning me up against the wall. I smile looking up into his green eyes and kiss his cheek.
"Thank you." I say and he backs away from me. "Oh, here's my number." He says and hands me a small piece of paper. "I've got to run a few errands and I'll come back, ok?" I nod feeling like a gut wrenching blow has been landed on my heart. "One more thing." He says getting his keys off the table, "A big black truck was sitting outside when I came over to get your clothes, license plate V76LMP. Does that sound familiar?"
A surge of fear rushes through me and I begin to sweat. "Jasmine? Are you ok?" He asks as I begin to slide down the wall. I sit there a crumbling mess as tears begin to fall uncontrollably. "Is that who did this to you?" He asks me and all I can do is nod. "Jasmine, look at me." He says sitting next to me. "He won't hurt you again. Im telling you this now, and I mean it." He growls. Nodding I look away, the anger prevalent in his eyes frightening.
"You have my number if you need me. Do not hesitate to call me, I'll be less than ten minutes away."
He leaves and I lock the door, placing a chair under the knob. Turning on the TV I grab my phone and program his number onto speed dial. It's almost noon when he comes back and I'm still sitting there staring at the door when he knocks.
"It's me, Jasmine." Getting up I move the chair so I can open the door. He holds up a bag of fast food, that smells so good.
"Thought you might be hungry." He says smiling.
"Yes, please come in." Moving out of the way so he can come in I glance out at the parking lot. We sit and eat the food while talking and laughing. It was really nice.
For the next two weeks I'm in the hotel room, with Brandon or Austin with me always. I haven't gone back to work yet and I feel so guilty with Brandon spending all this money on me. Sneaking out for a bit, I find a newspaper and begin looking for an apartment.
I'm on the phone talking to the owner of a place I've found when Brandon gets here. He looks at me funny and sits my lunch on the table. "I'm looking for an
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