Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Shattered Girl Chapter dream

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Wait a minute. Did Patrick just say he loved me? The gorgeous heir to the most powerful mafia family in the city said he loved me. Is this some type of weird d brought on by the stress of the flashback? It felt like my brain was in a tug of war, on side screaming yes, he loves me, and the other trying to convince me that I must not have heard him right. Oh s**t, I have been quiet for too long; I should have said something by now. D**n it, I just need to be brave and ask him to make I looked up at Patrick, who was smiling at me and patiently waiting for me to say something. You, you love me? You really said you love me? I'm not dreaming. right?" Patrick let out a deep chuckle, kissing my lips before pulling back and looking in the eyes, while numming his thumb across my cheek. "Yes, sweet girl, I said I love you. He held up a finger to my lips when I started to speak. Before you say anything, I love every part of you, from your kind, caring heart to the parts of you that you still think are broken 1,knew the first time we spoke that you were the one we had been waiting for. You are the one who would complete us and bring the family we started building together. You are the most important person in the world to me so, Yes, I love you, and I will keep telling you that as often as you need to hear it. Do not feel pressure to say those words back until you are ready to love; I have learned to be a very patient man." With that, he gathered me as close to him as possible, ging me the sweetest kiss, whispering "I love you over and over against my lips.

I felt Drew move my feet and stand, he clapped Patrick on the shoulder, and leaned down placing a gentle kiss on my forehead and whispered "rest angel" into my

Patrick, what is wrong with me, why am I like this?" I had rested my head against his chest again, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, which was just long enough to touch the collar of his t-shirt.

Love, I do not know much about PTSD, or if thats even what is causing these episodes, but I promise I'm going to learn as much as I can to help you through this. We are all going to help you, even if it means finding outside help like therapy Patrick promised, resting his cheek against the top of my head, "I love you sweet girl, I love you so much can you close your eyes and try and rest? I promise I'm not going to let you go." I complied with a whispered ok, closing my eyes, and moving my fingers down to the bem of his shirt, I ran the tips of my fingersidaly along the hem, tracing the stitches. My brain was numb, it still felt like I was watching everything going on around me like it was a movie, and I was just a member of the audience. 1 drifted off to sleep the feeling of Patrick's arms holding meC0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

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When I woke some time later, it took me a few minutes to realize where I was. I was in a bed, but it wast mine, because I didn't recognize the room. I felt a body pressed against my back, arms wrapped around me protectively, I recognized Patrick slarms so I guessed I was in his room at the lake house. When I started to tum I felt Patrick shift behind me, and when I rolled onto my back, Patrick was there watching me.

How are you feeling love?" He asked, brushing some sleep tousled hair out of me face I though about it for a few minutes. The weird out of body feeling was gone, but my brain still felt a little fuzzy, like I couldn't tell if I was awake or just on the edge of falling sleep. I told Patrick all of this, and reaching across my body, he brought a tumbler with a Bexible straw to my lips, I took a sip and then scrunched my face at the taste.

"Sorry Em, it's an electolite drink Drew brought up for you. He said to make sure you drank all of it, that your body was going to need it. Still making a face I took another sip before pushing it away, "You have been asleep for a couple hours love, Drew said you might nap off and on for the rest of the day. He promised to save up both some dinner if you didn't feel like coming downstairs to eat, I nodded, letting out a yawn.

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you want to go back to sleep love? Patrick asked, bringing the tumbler to my lips again. Making a face I took several long pulls on the straw hoping to get this yucky drink down as quickly as possible.

I don't know, I just feel completely

Can we just lay here for a little longer?"

drained," I admitted "I don't think I am tired enough to fall back asleep, but the thought of getting up just sounds like to much

"Of course love, whatever you want. I can also carry you downstairs when your ready. Patrick said.

That sounds good, but can we stay here for a little longer, Im enjoying laying here with you. I asked, moving closer to him and ring my fingers along the hem of his shin again. "Would you tell a story? something that happened to you and the guys growing up?" "Let me think of a good sweet gal, and then you can tease them about it when go downstairs later."

I snitted happily as Patrick began his story,