Love Me Always (I Hate You...I Think) Read Free

into Oliver's shirt, inhaling deeply tears
threatened to spill over. I knew the smell but I
couldn't place it. I could see flashing of images but
I couldn't grasp a hold of any of them.
    I had been locked in Oliver's room all day.
His room was a mess; I needed to clean it up in a
little while as I had gone through all of his stuff. I
would have laughed if I wasn't so frustrated. I
mean what girl ransacks a guy’s room when she
doesn't know him.
    However, there were signs all over that I
had lived here for a while. My underwear was in
his dresser, my clothes in his closet, my purple
toothbrush sat next to his blue one in the cup in the
bathroom. Hell one of my bras were slung over the
towel rack in the bathroom too. Clearly, I had been
at home here.
    Inhaling
Oliver’s smell again, I let out a
sob. Why did I feel so depressed and empty? I had
never felt this way before in my life but it was as if
a piece of my soul was missing.
    My body ached and it wasn't from my
wounds. It was deep down into my very bones type
of pain. As my tears soaked into his shirt, I felt a
headache coming on as I tried to force myself to
remember.
    Taking a deep breath, I went back to the
last memories I did have. The last thing I did
remember. Maybe I could work my way forward.
    Lifting my head, I clutched his shirt to my
chest keeping my eyes shut. I remembered flashing
lights, the club maybe. Kimmy and I went to club
infinity a lot so the lights I knew for sure.
~~~
    People were grinding and dancing around
me. They swayed to the beat of the music; the
rhythm pulsed in my head. I felt as if I was in a
dream but I could still feel I was sitting on Oliver's
bed too. I remembered hands. They were on my
stomach. That wasn't unusual. I danced with lots of
people at the club.
    He spun me around so now I was facing
him. My heart was suddenly in my throat. It was
him. He had messy black hair and was about a foot
taller than I was. His muscles rippled as reached
up to move the hair from his eyes. My hands were
pressed to his chest. I could feel his heart pounding
under my fingertips.
    Looking up at his face my heart was racing
just as fast. Even as I sat on his bed with these
thoughts running through my mind my heart was
about to beat right out of my chest. His dark blue
eyes were so beautiful. There were flicks of silver
around the edges like deep pools. It reminded me
of waves crashing on a shore after a storm. He was
gorgeous. He gave a lopsided grin.
~~~
    I hiccupped realizing I was crying my eyes
open. I was trembling and gasping for breath I
couldn't get enough air in my lungs, it felt like I
was suffocating.
    Frantically I stumbled to my feet and
scrambled to the door. Clenching my chest I was
panicked not knowing what was going on. Jerking
the door open, I fell out on the floor gasping for
breath. The door opened next to me and Jake came
out running his hands through his wet hair. His
eyes widened when he seen me.
"Ever!" He exclaimed grabbing me off the
floor. He held me to his chest.
    "Shh. Calm down. Breath. Everlyn, breath,"
he pleaded rubbing my back. I sobbed into his
shoulder.
"What's going on?" Someone asked down
the hall.
    "She's having a panic or anxiety attack. I
don't know. Get her some water," Jake ordered. I
was slowly calming down as he rubbed my back
telling me everything was okay. My breathing
regulated but I refused to let go of him. I felt so
safe with him. He was like an older brother. That's
how I felt with him holding me.
    "Shh. It's ok sweetheart," he muttered
lifting me off the floor and taking me back to
Oliver's room.
"You sure did a number on his room," he
chuckled softly.
"Jake, I remember him," I whispered.
Jake pulled back looking at me shocked.
    "I mean. I think it was the night we met. I
remembered meeting some guy named Oliver at
the club but I didn't remember seeing his face till
now."
    Jake gave me a gentle smile.
"Here," Tyler said running into the room
with a bottle of