His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (ebook reader library TXT) 📕

All three of them are yelling at me, their words stabbing me through my heart, over and over again. I shake my head furiously, wanting them to stop and then suddenly, everything goes eerily quiet. I remove my hands, shaking with fear and glance around. I'm on my old bedroom floor and everything looks so realistic. I shut my eyes and will myself to wake up, knowing this nightmare wont end well.

The bedroom door bangs loudly causing me to scream and Trevor pounds it from the other side, beating the door as if he's beating me. I huddle into the corner and whimper, my hands hiding my face. I feel vulnerable, like a scared little child.

Wake up Emily, wake up!

"Wake up Emily, wake up!"

My eyes fling open and I scream out loud, tears falling down my cheeks. Jake stands over me shirtless, his hair sticking up in different directions. I look around in complete fear to find myself back in Jake's house, safe. I sob in relief, my face completely drenched in tears.

Jake is looking at me wide eyed, full of concern. He pulls back the covers and climbs in beside me, pulling me into his chest.

"You're safe Emily, you're safe. I won't let him hurt you."

My entire body is shaking and I force myself to calm down, breathing normally once again. I'm drifting back into a sleep when I feel his lips press against my forehead softly —"I'm sorry Muffin.”

Chapter Twenty Four - Mine, all mine.

I wake up the next morning, a cold chill in the air. My body is shivering and I turn around to bury myself back under the duvet but I hit something or someone. I slowly turn and close my eyes, wishing it isn't who I think it is. . . Jake.

Jake Melvin is in my bed.

I take a deep breath, feeling myself beginning to panic. Calm down Emily, just think.

I replay last night events and vaguely remember the terrible nightmare. After that Jake climbed into my bed to comfort me and I let out a small groan. I shuffle away from him, very aware of how close our bodies are. He's sleeping soundly, his dark hair sticking out from under the duvet. His scent is everywhere, on the sheets, in the air and ravelled around me. I curse under my breath, tip toeing out of my room to head to the bathroom.

I don't want to wake him and face the awkward encounter. Tobias' words continue to play inside my mind and I blow out the breath I'm holding, my eyes wondering over to him. I watch him for a few seconds, feeling a twang of pain jolt through my heart.

Maybe Jake Melvin isn't ever going to be ready for a relationship.

I have to prepare myself for that because right now, my emotional state is on the line. How can I tell him how much I care about him anymore than I already have? I'm not prepared to stand by and allow him to use me and throw me away once he's done with me. If Tobias' words are true, I need to distance myself away from Jake and be nothing but friends.

I don't plan on avoiding Jake but somehow I'm aware of every step he takes and the small movements of his head as he turns to look at me. I can't bring myself to maintain eye contact with him because I'm afraid I'll break down in frustrated tears. Why do boys have to be so damn complicated?

I focus my energy on Ivory because right now, I need a friend.

"I can't wait to go back to college and see Trish. I'm seriously missing her chatting my ear off." I tell Ivory, glancing at my watch. There's only two weeks to go before we're back in school and my best friend comes home from being on holiday. I feel like I've lost my right arm without Trisha Lockwood in my life. Ivory nods, agreeing with me.

"Trish definitely needs to throw some fun in our direction. I feel like a slob binge watching Netflix all day." She chuckles, taking a bite from her toast. I giggle with her, lifting my mug and taking a sip of my coffee. Jake enters the kitchen, his shoulders physically tense and his jaw locked with tension. I avert my gaze, studying the fascinating checkered print on the dining table inside.

Ivory notices the hostility and awkward tension hang in the air and she raises an eyebrow —

"Trouble in paradise?" She asks us both. Jake turns to glare at her. "Shut up Ivory."

She lets out a low whistle. "What's the deal between you two?" This time, the question is directed at me. I simply shrug my shoulders, a burning sensation rising to my cheeks. Ivory looks up at Jake and waits for him to respond but he never does. The air grows increasingly thick with tension and I feel myself beginning to shrink inside my chair. Eventually Jake leaves, slamming the door behind him.

"Tobias is such a jerk." Ivory mumbles, knowing exactly what the issue is between Jake and I. She was there to witness him break me down with his words.

"What's his problem?" I blurted out, annoyed at the mention of her brother. Ivory stood up, walking over to the sink before turning round.

"Jake and Tobias have always been really close, like brothers. Two years ago, Tobias did something that hurt Jake. He still hasn't let it go and neither of them have been the same since. All they ever do is fight."

"What did Tobias do?" I ask, intrigued to know. Ivory gives me a small smile before adding —

"Its not my place to say, you should ask Jake. He's a good person Emily, he doesn't trust many people. What Tobias said wasn't true, even I can tell you that."

Ivory smiles at me before reaching for her keys, leaving me alone.