All Chapters of Safe Haven and the Second Chance Mates: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LoreleiI felt hopeless. I had been here for days. Weeks maybe? I don’t know. Time seemed to stand still while I was locked on this bed. He would come and put a bedpan under me to let me relieve myself. The most humiliating feeling. To not be allowed to go to the bathroom. Saying he didn’t trust me to walk to the bathroom and back. It made me sick to know that my most basic human need was being left in his psychotic hands. I thought for sure they would have found me by now. I thought Asher.No! I tell myself. Don’t go there. But reprimanding myself for thinking about him wasn’t helping me. I lay here after James would come in and get himself off, spraying me with his release multiple times a day. My body now caked with his disgusting loads. I couldn’t help but spend the day wishing Asher was holding me in his arms. Wishing he was here to keep me safe. I wish every day that I had never pushed him away. The tears flowed freely. I would never recover from this feeling of disgust a

Asher Hollywood Undead blared through my speakers as I went through the files Lori had accumulated on her flash drive. All evidence pointed toward James Connor. We had his name, but the man was rich. Insanely rich. From what we could see he had been making donations to the shelter since the day Lori started as the Fundraiser Coordinator. He had met her at a fundraiser that day. From the meticulous records Lori kept about all the donors, James claimed his mother was an abuse victim, raped by her husband. The records showed weekly donations. Phone calls. Emails. After a year of this unknown started contacting Lori via email. Things started escalating around the time we had come back in the picture.I rubbed my chest at the ache and focused on the screen. I cooked my head and peered closer before smiling."I got you mother fucker." I mutter as I lift my phone and call my contact at the police station. After relaying the message, I sat and waited for the call back.I dialed L

Lorelei I couldn’t believe it. Asher had saved me. I was fighting him being close to me, touching me. The disgust I felt in myself was drowning me. I didn’t deserve his touch. But he had saved me. I closed my eyes against the glare of the light above me in the ambulance as it sped down the highway toward the hospital. I took stock silently as I felt his eyes on me. I took deep breaths and grimaced at the smell radiating from my body. But I was free. My arms hurt from being above me for so long. I could feel the welts on my wrist and ankles from the restraints. My face throbbed from the multiple blows I had taken the last few weeks. My skin sticky from the disgusting things he had done. Asher had asked if James had touched me. He never asked if he had degraded me. If he had mentally or verbally abused me. There was so much worse that could have happened. Of that, I am sure. But at this moment I wasn’t sure it could be worse. Having Asher touch me, hold me in h

Lorelei The days seem to fly by in a blur as I stay in Asher’s apartment. The nights only eased by Ashers presence beside me in bed his strong arms wrapped completely around me. Refusing to let me go even in sleep. After the first night of me waking up to nightmares Asher has been a constant presence in my bed. Just not in the way I used to always dream about.He even initiated multiple sleepovers with Eli. He would curl himself around me the big spoon to my little and have Eli curl against my front. Those were the nights I felt the safeties, the most secure.Yet my heart isn’t here anymore. I feel so numb to the world around me. I’m terrified most days to even open the blinds. I’m scared to look in the mirror. I can feel the difference inside of me. I am broken.The days are endless filled with fear and pain that break me in every way. I curl in a ball on the bed and cry. I can’t help the pain. I know I shouldn’t feel like a whiny bitch. I’m not the woman he killed. I’m j

“Does it feel like I’m lying.” He growls. His fingers glide from my shoulders before digging into my hips. I shake my head. “Say it out loud.” he groans as he pulls me closer to his body. Not rubbing or suggestive movements but like he doesn’t want to let me go. Like touching me is his lifeline. “What?” I ask, biting my lip and focusing on the feel of him against me. I have never felt this before. Excluding the trauma James had brought to my body, I have never felt like someone was craving my body, needed just the feel of me against them to take their next breath. It was an intoxicating feeling. Overwhelming and terrifying. My brain was spinning trying to tell me that I needed to walk away, that this would lead to nothing but pain. That I should be ashamed that I felt arousal at his touch. “Look at yourself and tell yourself that you are perfect.” He growls into my ear. “No.” I whisper fighting myself, fighting him. He presses his lips a