Saved By Him (The Monster Series Book 2) (20 page)

Sophia~

Adam won’t let me out of bed for almost two days!

Nanna walks into the room with a plate of food for me. It’s the first time I’m seeing her since the incident.

“Nanna,” I whisper and I hold my arms open. She places the plate next to the bed and then she sits down next to me, and she hugs me.

We sit in silence for a long while and then she says, “My heart almost stopped when I heard you scream.”

“It’s okay, Nanna. You came just in time.”

“I should’ve shot his pecker off!” she says angrily and then she reaches for my plate of food.

I take a bite of the mash she made and I notice it’s all soft food. “You made this just for me?”

“Of course. You can’t go swallowing chunky food with your sore throat.”

“Aww… Nanna,” I say on a sob. I’ve never felt so loved before. Not even my Mama loved me the way Nanna does. “Thank you, Nanna. Thank you for everything but for most of all, thank you for being my Nanna.”

She wipes a tear from my cheek and smiles lovingly at me. “I’ll always be your Nanna, you don’t have to thank me, my sweet girl.”

Nanna visits a while with me and then she takes the plate back to the main house.

Adam comes in and he takes the spot Nanna just got up from.

“Please,” I start to beg. “I want to go get my box.” I’ve been at him the whole day and I hope that he’ll cave soon.

“I’ll go get it for you,” he says and he gets up.

I grab his hand and hold him back. “No, I want to do it, Adam.” I scoot to the end of the bed.

“I’m not letting you go alone. It’s almost dark,” he says and I know he means it. He has that serious look on his face.

“Okay,” I smile and get up. At least he’ll let me go.

We walk slowly down to the river and a tingle of fear races down my spine. I take Adam’s hand in both of mine but he pulls it free, and then he places his arm around my shoulder.

When we get to the clearing the pieces of paper are still scattered everywhere. I don’t ask about David. I don’t care what happened to him.

I start to pick up the pieces of paper and Adam helps me. I get to the box and my heart hurts when I see that the top part is bend skew. “He broke it,” I whisper.

Adam takes the box from me. “I can fix it quickly. It just needs a new nail.” He holds the box for me to see. “See here, this one got pulled out. I can do it as soon as we’re home.” He hands me all the papers he picked up and we walk back home.

I go straight for the trash and I throw all the papers away.

“You don’t want to keep them?”

I shake my head as I close the lid on my past. “No, I love my memory box. It’s been through hell, just like me and I want to fill it with good memories, just like you’re filling my life with good moments.”

Adam walks over to me and he kisses me hard. “I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much I love you.”

He quickly fixes my box and I go sit by the small table with it. “Will you write something for me?”

“Sure.” Adam comes to sit next to me and he pulls a sheet of paper closer. He takes the pen and waits for me to talk.

“Adam,” I say and he looks up. I nod to the paper. “Write your name … Adam.”

“Why my name, Sweetheart?” he asks.

“Because you were my first good memory.”