stepped from the tub, I wrapped the towel around her and grabbed another for her hair. Once she was rubbed dry and glowing a pretty shade of pink, I left her to dress while I joined Mercy in the kitchen. When Rebecca finally meandered out of the bathroom, she looked nervous. I raised my brow wondering what the hell had her so uncomfortable all of a sudden. She glanced down at her clothes.
“You only grabbed pajamas and sweats,” she murmured.
I nodded because, yeah, I realized that. What did she want? Those sexy as hell dresses and a pair of heels? “I was thinking of comfort, not fashion.”
Rebecca shook her head with frustration. “I know and I’m just being stupid.” A tear slid free, just one, lonely fucking tear. “I mean, you’re right, I feel like a Mack truck hit me and I’m upset that I don’t have my normal clothes. I don’t know why, I can’t explain it.” She sank into the chair beside me.
“Rebecca, it’s normal to feel this way, you’re out of sorts, out of your comfort zone. Your clothes make you feel comfortable so it’s perfectly natural that you’d want them,” Mercy said quietly from beside us. She leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Rebecca’s forehead. Fuck, I hadn’t even thought about that. As far as I was concerned all she needed were loose fitting, baggy, comfy clothes.
“I’ll stop by your place today and grab your shampoo and some more clothes,” I offered. Rebecca looked up at me with a shy smile playing on her lips. Just seeing that smile, as small as it may have been, made me feel ten fucking feet tall. I helped create that smile, I brought her that moment and I’d be damned sure it became my number one priority to create more of them. “I know you’re probably not hungry, but try and eat something, then you can take one of those wicked little pills and zonk out for another twelve or so hours.” I gave her a wink.
“I don’t want any pills,” she growled defiantly. There was the Rebecca Donovan I remembered.
“It’s not permanent, Rebecca, it’s just for a little while. It’s normal to have trouble sleeping after you’ve been through a traumatic experience,” Mercy reasoned.
Rebecca’s eyes were filled with stubborn determination. “I just slept an entire day and then some, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine.”
“Make you a deal. We’ll try no pills first, but if you have trouble sleeping then you have to take them, without me or Mercy having to hold you down.”
Rebecca grimaced and eventually relented, “Fine, but I won’t need them.”
The look on Mercy’s face suggested otherwise. We already witnessed one nightmare and it wasn’t pretty. As Mercy had already explained, Rebecca would probably be plagued with plenty of nightmares, flashbacks, and a bucket loads of tears. There was a time when such things would have sent me running for the hills, but not anymore, not with Rebecca. I’d endure anything for this girl, I’d take her pain, her nightmares, and her fears in a heartbeat. If only it were that easy.
Chapter 5
Rebecca
The thing about Charlie...he was always right, and damn it, it pissed me off. I have no idea why something so small was making me so angry. Over the course of the next few days, my life had become a Charlie Cole I-told-you-so merry go round. Mind you, he never actually said I-told-you-so, but I knew when he was thinking it. Even if he was nothing but patient, understanding and charming. Thank God Mercy has been there to smooth over my tantrums. We tried it my way—without the sleeping pills—and it didn’t work. I was plagued with nightmares which led me to do everything humanly possible to try not to fall asleep. The getting to sleep part wasn’t the problem, it was once I was there. Almost immediately I would transport to a dark familiar room, my bedroom—a room that had once been a sanctuary of comfort and peace—and then he would appear, hovering over me with those cold eyes. I would be pinned down,
“You only grabbed pajamas and sweats,” she murmured.
I nodded because, yeah, I realized that. What did she want? Those sexy as hell dresses and a pair of heels? “I was thinking of comfort, not fashion.”
Rebecca shook her head with frustration. “I know and I’m just being stupid.” A tear slid free, just one, lonely fucking tear. “I mean, you’re right, I feel like a Mack truck hit me and I’m upset that I don’t have my normal clothes. I don’t know why, I can’t explain it.” She sank into the chair beside me.
“Rebecca, it’s normal to feel this way, you’re out of sorts, out of your comfort zone. Your clothes make you feel comfortable so it’s perfectly natural that you’d want them,” Mercy said quietly from beside us. She leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Rebecca’s forehead. Fuck, I hadn’t even thought about that. As far as I was concerned all she needed were loose fitting, baggy, comfy clothes.
“I’ll stop by your place today and grab your shampoo and some more clothes,” I offered. Rebecca looked up at me with a shy smile playing on her lips. Just seeing that smile, as small as it may have been, made me feel ten fucking feet tall. I helped create that smile, I brought her that moment and I’d be damned sure it became my number one priority to create more of them. “I know you’re probably not hungry, but try and eat something, then you can take one of those wicked little pills and zonk out for another twelve or so hours.” I gave her a wink.
“I don’t want any pills,” she growled defiantly. There was the Rebecca Donovan I remembered.
“It’s not permanent, Rebecca, it’s just for a little while. It’s normal to have trouble sleeping after you’ve been through a traumatic experience,” Mercy reasoned.
Rebecca’s eyes were filled with stubborn determination. “I just slept an entire day and then some, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine.”
“Make you a deal. We’ll try no pills first, but if you have trouble sleeping then you have to take them, without me or Mercy having to hold you down.”
Rebecca grimaced and eventually relented, “Fine, but I won’t need them.”
The look on Mercy’s face suggested otherwise. We already witnessed one nightmare and it wasn’t pretty. As Mercy had already explained, Rebecca would probably be plagued with plenty of nightmares, flashbacks, and a bucket loads of tears. There was a time when such things would have sent me running for the hills, but not anymore, not with Rebecca. I’d endure anything for this girl, I’d take her pain, her nightmares, and her fears in a heartbeat. If only it were that easy.
Chapter 5
Rebecca
The thing about Charlie...he was always right, and damn it, it pissed me off. I have no idea why something so small was making me so angry. Over the course of the next few days, my life had become a Charlie Cole I-told-you-so merry go round. Mind you, he never actually said I-told-you-so, but I knew when he was thinking it. Even if he was nothing but patient, understanding and charming. Thank God Mercy has been there to smooth over my tantrums. We tried it my way—without the sleeping pills—and it didn’t work. I was plagued with nightmares which led me to do everything humanly possible to try not to fall asleep. The getting to sleep part wasn’t the problem, it was once I was there. Almost immediately I would transport to a dark familiar room, my bedroom—a room that had once been a sanctuary of comfort and peace—and then he would appear, hovering over me with those cold eyes. I would be pinned down,
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