Page 48 of Run For Me
No, so I don’t know how simple it is for someone to break into my house.
But if it was him, does that make a difference? Does that make this less scary?
I don’t know, because I hardly know him. This is a dangerous game.
I’m playing with fire, just like he said. And I’d said I could handle it.
Can I? I want to. But this is scary.
How can we do this safely? How can I be so sure that I’m not playing into a serial killer’s trap? How can there be a safeguard in case this goes wrong? I have no idea who this man is. If he broke in here while I slept and did something… I’d never know who he is.
But isn’t that what I want?
I want it if I know I can trust him. If I know he’ll only do what I want him to do and nothing more. How do I know that? I guess I’ll only know if I ask him…
JT:What gave it away?
“Holy shit,” I mutter.
I’m surprised when a smile spreads across my lips. I’m happy about this? Not happy. Slightly relieved maybe. Thrilled, a little. He broke into my house.
Me:You fixed my closet door.
JT:I don’t like broken things.
But he likes me? Maybe he doesn’t know I’m broken. Doesn’t look at me that way.
Me:Why were you here?
JT:Preparing for this weekend.
JT:You really should lock up your house better.
Me:Yeah, I think you’re right.
JT:I’ll still be able to get in, but just in case anyone else tries to… better to be safe.
Me:How can I be sure I’m safe from you?
JT:I’ll never hurt you more than you want me to.
Me:But how do I know that?
I wait for his response, and it doesn’t come right away. So, I finish getting ready for bed. It’s late, and I need to sleep. I’m tired and have a long day of classes tomorrow.
My phone dings with a text that I look at before I turn over to go to sleep.
JT:I’m many things, most of them are not good. But I’ll tell you honestly that there are three things I am without a doubt not. A liar. Patient. Willing to share what belongs to me.
I don’t know why I believe him, but I do. I fall asleep with a smile on my face, swearing I smell something masculine on my pillow.
I wake up with terrible cramps and rush to the bathroom before I make a mess all over my bed and ruin another pair of shorts and sheets. I’ve been so busy with school that I hadn’t been keeping track of my period. Unfortunately, it comes whether I keep track of it or not, and here it is.
Just a few days before I’m supposed to meet JT in the park.
What terrible luck I have. How will he handle me rescheduling? Will he believe me or think it’s a cop out?
Once I’m cleaned up, I head back to my room and pick up my phone. It’s early, but I send him a text anyway.
