Chapter 265

I am getting so frustrated at myself, my inner anger rears up. I’m surrounded by the song that gave me
two of the happiest moments of my life, when he gave me his all, and yet here I am lying here, my sub-
conscious holding me back from what I deserve. It’s like the beginning of our relationship all over again.
I’m back to the defiant, closed-off Emma who never let him in, always holding back when he needed
me most.

No! I am not doing this to you, Jake. Not anymore, I won’t!

The song is a reminder that he doesn’t always need to be my strength, but a prompt to show me that
sometimes I need to be his too. I need to build my own force to find my way back. I need to hold him up
and face whatever reality comes when my body wakes up. Maybe that’s why my mind doesn’t want me
to wake up. It’s afraid that what Ray did to me will make me hide in the shadows again, that I won’t be
able to love Jake and let him in the ways I did before Ray tried to kill me. But it’s not going to be like
that this time. I need to be the one to put the pieces back together in the aftermath of what happened. I
need to accept help from others who only want me to feel loved and safe, but I also need to be the one
to put Jake back together after this. He’s going to need me to help him get through this, his guilt will eat
at him if I don’t.

I bite at a tinkle of defiance growing into something more.

I’m stronger than this.

I push with every ounce of strength and stubbornness within me and aim for the light trying with all my
might to break free. I can feel it; every ounce of my being is coming together and fighting with an
almost deafening pain. The exhaustion of trying to wake up is almost drowning me back down into the
darkness. I know I’ll only need one push to break the barrier holding me here, that once I leave this
place I’ll be free and never come back again, the confines of my prison will fall away, and I’ll be free.

I CAN DO THIS.



I push with everything within me, all I’ve got but reality comes up too fast and my senses go into
overdrive with the sudden explosion of noises, smells, and sounds consuming my brain and the pain
and aches of my body overwhelm me all at once. The harsh lights from the room are blinding even with
my eyes closed, from one side the smell of coffee and flowers are rushing up to nose into my brain and
I can feel the softness of a bed under me. My body is heavy, and my limbs are aching too much to
move but I know I could move them if I try. I suddenly feel connected to the heaviness I know is me and
no longer floating in some weird tunnel. My face aches and my eyes are glued shut. My mouth is dry
and cracked and suddenly the nausea consumes me.

Yet, somehow, through all of that, I know I’m here with him, in his reality and not some dream-like state
anymore on the other side. I can hear the hum of machines, the noise of something blowing air in and
out and the mumbling sounds of hushed voices passing by in the distance.

“I just don’t know what else to do, baby.” Jake’s voice breaks and tears me in two. The sound of defeat
and broken-hearted pain is so obvious, I can almost sense his body sagging close to me and I can hear
his breathing so very close, the smell of his aftershave and just him, luring me out of my haze.

I blink my eyes open and become brutally aware of the bright white crisp surroundings and agonizing
light over my head, buzzing like an electronic device about to explode. Blinking harshly to try to adjust
and fighting the will to just close them once more as pain envelopes my skull.

A warm heat is enveloping my right hand securely, a touch I’d know from anywhere and it brings my full
focus and attention straight to the one person I want to see and feel right now. My eyes flicker once
more before finally being able to open enough to see things, I gaze down to my hand before taking in
my surroundings.

His large tanned hand grasps at my lifeless delicate one and I look so pale in comparison. He’s holding
on desperately, fingers entwined softly, dwarfing my hand inside his. That strong forearm exposed, his
olive skin and hints of tattoos along his inner arm under the rolled-up sleeve of the shirt I saw him put



on the day he left the house. It’s rumpled and wrinkled, and my eyes follow the length of his arm up to
his beautiful face.

My Jake. My beautiful reason for fighting to hold on.

The sight of him makes my heart explode in my chest as though we’ve been apart for months and I’m
only just seeing him. He’s sat on a chair, slumped forward with his face in his palm and facing the floor.
He’s still wearing the same clothes he wore the day he left for the office, minus his tie and jacket, but
his hair is a mess and his face is unshaven; his posture is screaming of emotional agony. He looks
completely awful and ridiculously delicious; I couldn’t love my little lost boy any more than I do right
now. His brave attempt at domineering when it’s obvious he’s anything but. He looks broken beyond
belief.

I clear my throat at seeing that gorgeous, beautiful sight, the man who makes my heart soar and
suddenly feel so safe; with him so close I know I’ll always be protected.

His head snaps up at the noise and I feel like I’ve been slapped. All thoughts of chastising him are
gone as soon as I lay eyes on the face that means the world to me. He looks devastated, his eyes are
bloodshot, red-rimmed, and tired. His face is ashen and drained of all life. It hits me in the gut seeing
him this way, a mirror image of the broken Jake who betrayed me so long ago.

“Emma, bambino!” He jumps to his feet, his palm hitting a button on the wall and he starts cradling my
hand against his face. Eyes wild, he doesn’t seem to know whether to cry or smile and he’s unsure if
he should even be touching me; hands hovering in case he hurts me, unable to conceal the trembling
of his body. “Jesus, baby, oh God, Emma … I didn’t think you were going to wake up.” A single tear
escapes his eye and slides slowly down his face. “I’ve never been so scared … I couldn’t breathe.” He
leans in, kissing me softly on the mouth, and I take great delight in being able to enjoy it. I lift a hand to
his neck to pull me closer to him and lose myself, completely, in everything that is him. He pulls away
and strokes my hair back gently, a slight, tensing throb, running across my face at the touch.



“Jake.” I croak softly, my voice is weak and hoarse and almost non-existent. I’m suddenly so very tired
and my emotions start to tumble out of me as a tear escapes and rolls down my face. The pang inside
my abdomen hits me as though somehow being conscious reminds me of my baby, we’d been apart in
my dream world but now that I am back here I can feel her clinging on … somehow, I know she’s still
connected to me even if she’s so very weak.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry … I should’ve been there. I should’ve known. It was so
monumentally fucking stupid of me to have not done a major background check on the people I left in
our fucking house … I should’ve made sure, back in Chicago, he would never come back.” He’s
rambling, all emotions set loose, eyes brimming and body trembling. I grip his fingers to try to bring him
some comfort, trying to calm him with my touch. I want to be the strength for him that he is to me, the
one that helped me come back from the darkness.

“Jake … stop … please … This isn’t your fault.” I grate out painfully, as soft gentle tears fall down my
bruised and aching face. I flinch when his hand brushes them away, my face aching more and more
with every second that my eyes are open. I can’t ignore the awful aching agony in my foot either and
glance down to see some sort of tent monstrosity over the top keeping the blankets from touching my
leg. I’m guessing it’s in a cast.

Jake leans in and pushes a kiss to my forehead in a bid to calm himself, breathing in fast and
seemingly unable to take in the fact that I really am awake.

“Ouch,” I yelp, and he recoils.

“Shit … I’m sorry, bambino. Fuck … Oh, baby, I’m so fucking sorry.” Jake breaks down again and cries
over me, leaning down to lie his head on my neck, making my heart ache right through my chest for
him.



The doctor appears in the doorway with a professional smile reaching his eyes, as Jake’s gentle hands
cradle me close, never once letting me go. I could lie like this with him connected to me forever.

“Miss. Anderson, welcome back. Let’s take a little look at you now you’re awake.”


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