All Chapters of The Girl He Promised to Protect: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The night was suffocating, thick with unanswered questions. Every creak of the apartment, every shadow that danced across the walls seemed more alive than before. Jason had retired to the bedroom, leaving me alone in the dim light of the living room, but I could feel his presence looming over me, even from a distance.I hadn't been able to touch the dinner I'd made.The phone on the table vibrated, jolting me from my daze. My pulse quickened as I stared at it, knowing exactly who it was.Naomi.I snatched up the phone and hesitated, my thumb hovering over the message notification. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Jason wasn't watching. I could hear the faint sound of water running. He was in the shower. I had a few minutes.I unlocked the phone and read the message:Did you like the gift? It was your favourite, wasn't it?I felt my chest tighten. I didn't know whether to feel comforted or terrified.I typed out a reply, my fingers trembling.Yes, its a long story, right?The dot

I woke up to the sound of dripping water, the faintest echo in the stillness. My head pounded as if someone had driven nails into my skull, and my mouth felt dry and metallic. My arms ached, my wrists were raw, tied together with coarse rope that cut into my skin every time I moved. It took me a moment to remember what had happened.I blinked, my vision slowly coming into focus. My heart lurched as I took in my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, the light barely filtering through cracked windows. But it wasn't just the dimness that unsettled me.I had been here before. My skin crawled with the realization.I slowly scanned the room, every inch triggering distant memories I couldn't quite place. The heavy wooden door, its dark, varnished surface chipped and worn. The brass-colored ceiling fan above, its blades unmoving, but the slight creak of the ceiling hinted that it hadn't been used in years. The windows, large and arched, were framed with old, peeling wood that had rotted with t

I woke up to the steady beeping of machines. My eyelids felt heavy, like they were glued shut, but slowly I forced them open. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and the soft hum of the hospital room buzzed in the background.My body felt sluggish, weighed down by the remnants of whatever they had injected into me.Where am I?The memories came rushing back all at once, the crack of a gunshot, the blood, the police team, Jason holding me. But more than that, there was Samuel. The warmth of his arms, the vivid memory of running towards him fifteen years ago.It was all coming back, tangled and disjointed.But I didn't know what was real anymore.I tried to sit up, but my body betrayed me. My limbs felt like lead, and the room spun slightly. My throat was dry, and I could hear the faint rustling of movement beside me. A shadow loomed over the bed, and I turned my head, expecting to see Jason.But it wasn't him.It was a nurse, her face hidden behind a mask, adjusting the

Jason looked away, his jaw tight. "I didn't want you to remember something like that. I didn't want you to go through that pain again.""But you didn't give me a choice," I snapped, my voice rising despite the tears threatening to spill over. "You kept this from me. You let me live in this… this lie. Why?"Jason met my gaze then, his eyes hard, unyielding. "Because I didn't want to lose you, Lana. I didn't want you to be consumed by what happened that night."I shook my head, pulling free from his hold. The sun was nearly gone now, the golden light fading into the deep hues of twilight. "You can't do this, Jason. No."The silence between us was suffocating, heavy with everything we weren't saying. The last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, casting shadows over the rooftop. Just then, Jason finally broke the quiet."I’ve always loved you, Lana," he confessed in a low voice. "From the moment I saw you, even when you pretended not to see me. I’ve always loved you. And now, I fina

I could barely feel my own body. It was like I was floating, but every part of me hurt, aching, trembling, and overwhelmed. Jason was driving, his eyes fixed on the road, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. The silence between us wasn't comfortable.It was suffocating.The memories were coming back too fast, too jagged, and I wasn't ready for them. I thought I could handle it, thought I could control it, but with everything that had happened the pressure was unbearable.I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to block out the rushing thoughts. My breath hitched. I couldn't breathe. It felt like the car was shrinking, closing in on me."Stop the car," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.Jason didn't seem to hear me, or maybe he was ignoring me. But I couldn't bear it. "Jason… stop the car!" I said louder, my voice shaking.He glanced at me, his eyes wide with concern, and quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road. The moment the car