Broken Dreams Stories

Chapter 22

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When the world came back into focus, I was so confused. There were extra voices in the bathroom, and my hand was cold. Looking down, I saw I was holding onto several ice cubes. I had no idea how they got there. I was sitting in the middle of the bathroom, Jake and Josh hovering nearby. Josh had his phone in his hand, and that’s where the extra voices came from. They had called Drew and Mike. I groaned, dropping the ice from my hand and drying it off on the towel that one of the twins had covered me with.

Josh crouched next to me, turning his phone around so I could see Drew on the screen, with Mike looking over his shoulder.

“Hey princess, how are you feeling?” Drew asked. I thought about it for several minutes.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Kind of like I spent two days locked in a cold basement with no clothes or food.” At the horrified looks on the guy’s face, I began to think I shouldn’t have shared quite so much. Mike was swearing, pacing behind Drew, and the twins looked heartbroken for me. Drew studied me carefully before he spoke.

“Princess, was that what your flashback was about?” he asked softly.

Not wanting to risk reliving those horrific days again, I just nodded. “Why was I holding onto the ice?” I was still confused, but Jake jumped in to answer.

“Drew told us holding onto ice would help bring your brain out of the flashback.” I rubbed my hand against the towel again, still feeling the tingle of ice against my skin.

Drew. After several minutes, they ended the call; Josh hurried out of the room and quickly returned with a blanket. He stopped a couple of feet

heart cracked seeing the guilty, unsure look in his eyes, “Josh.” I said his name, and my voice shuddered. I held my arms out to him like a child, asking to be picked up. That was all it took. He rushed over, wrapping me in

to Josh tightly, resting my head against his chest as he carried me into the bedroom. Josh settled us into the overstuffed chair I had convinced the guys to move into my room, and Jake, pulling out some sleep shorts and a t–shirt for me, brought them over to Josh. Leaning down, he

Jake said, walking out of the room and closing the door

long enough to help me put my pajamas on and then cuddled me back into his arms,

bad I feel.” He let out a shaky breath, burying his head in the crook of my neck. I could feel his

and he whispered he was sorry again. Pulling back a little, I

you guys take care of me, how you’re so bossy in and out of bed.” Josh let out a grumble of protest at being called bossy, and I just gave him my most innocent smile. I curled in closer to him, resting my

by Jake pushing it open with his hip. He came in carrying a tray with three mugs and several different kinds of

grown–up hot cocoa,” I said with a

grown–up hot chocolate tonight.” Jake smiled and brought over the

our spiked cocoa and ate

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