Starting Over

Chapter 8

Thanks to my editor Maya_2011.

The door opened and smacked loudly. I woke with a scream. I was full of sweat. I knew I'd be having nightmares of the attack, but I didn't imagine they'd feel so real. I didn’t imagine I'd be able to feel its breath on my skin or see the rage in its eyes.

I never imagined that I'd experience the pain of my quadriceps being ripped away from my leg again.

I was terrified when I looked over at my intruder. It could've been one of those many guys that made remarks as Chris carried me through, so I was instantly on guard.

I heard mutterings, but I couldn't understand it with my sleep fogged brain.

Then a hand grabbed my upper arm. I just reacted. I wouldn't be entertainment for one of those -guys. I slapped the arm away then leapt onto my would-be attacker. I had training.

I knew how to defend myself.

I was on a large back with my arm firmly around his neck, trying my best to choke this guy out. 

Large hands reached over and grabbed me by the back of my shirt. With a heave I was yanked over my attacker and slammed onto my back. Luckily, I was just slammed onto the bed. The hands pinned me to the bed, but it didn't matter. I struggled anyway.

"Give me a break woman." A deep voice complained.

I recognized that voice, so I stopped struggling. When I actually focused on the person I was slightly embarrassed.

It was Mr. Green-Eyes...and he was way too close for comfort.

"Did you really have to scare the shit out of me like that?!" I screamed. "I was trying to hurt you!"

He smirked. "A lot of good that did. You didn't even scratch me."

"You could've been anyone!"

"Yeah, but I'm not. There's no way that you could hurt me."

"Well, was that entrance really necessary? Do you not know how to knock?"

 "I definitely know how to knock, I just choose not to." He was definitely getting on my nerves now.

"Let go of me!"

He looked at his hands, still holding me down. He got up and took a step back. "Get dressed."

"Why? What are we doing today?"

"We're training." He said with a smile. "Which means that you're going to hate me at the end of the day."

"Yes, well that won't be much of a stretch."

He turned and left, slamming the door behind him.

He's very moody. The voice said. We like him.

Do we have to do this now? I thought, hoping that maybe this voice couldn't hear my thoughts.

Joy shot through me and I had no idea why. You talked to me! The voice rejoiced.

Mason banged on the door. "Hurry up! You're not even moving in there."

"Untwist your panties!" I yelled at him. "I'll be ready when I'm ready!"

He growled at my response. I got out of bed and tugged on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

When I opened the door, he was standing against the door frame, like his hovering would hasten me.

"Took you long enough."

"You could be more patient."

He raised his brows as he looked over at me. "You think I'm going to listen to you?"