His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 218: On Your Side

Moana

The medicine that Selina gave me must have made me sleep for a long time, because it was bright outside when I finally woke up. When I rolled over to glance at my clock with my bleary eyes, I saw that it was eight o’clock in the morning already even though it felt as though I only slept for five minutes. Yawning, I rolled back onto my back and suddenly felt a comforting presence beside me. It was Edrick.

Moving slowly in order not to wake him, I slowly rolled over to face Edrick and couldn’t help but smile. He was sleeping soundly beside me. I hadn’t been dragged off to a psychiatric facility in my sleep; at least, not yet. Slowly, his eyes cracked open and he turned to face me. His hand came up and stroked my hair for a moment before he pulled me in tightly and let me bury my face in his chest.

We stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other. I breathed in his scent in big, deep breaths, and felt myself relax a little more with each one. When we finally pulled away, I felt a little bit better. But the concerned look on Edrick’s face made my comfort turn into more worry.

“Selina told you, didn’t she?” I asked quietly, feeling my heart start to race as I started to fear the worst.

begin to well up in my tired eyes. “Are you going

wouldn’t do that unless there was absolutely no other choice, and even

It was comforting to know that he wasn’t going to send me away, but at the same time, I was still scared of myself. As the memories of my drawings slowly floated back into my groggy mind, I felt more and more guilty and afraid by the horrible images that I drew when I was unconscious. While many of the images were just violent nonsense, depicting things like blood and gore, the one picture that really stuck

the drawing of the knife. He seemed to have a puzzled expression on his face, as though he was also trying

sitting up and rubbing

up beside me and leaned his back against the headboard of my bed. When I looked over at him, I saw that he was repeatedly running his hand through his dark hair and had a far away

picture of it somewhere and forgot. If you’re really worried about it, I can look into it for you; but I

water, and

gave me

me. Do you want to see

helpful in more ways than one. Maybe this therapist could help me realize that the dream about Michael and the violent drawings were just created by my stress and didn’t have any tangible meaning, or maybe he could use hypnotherapy to help me understand whether there was actually a deeper meaning behind these things and could potentially help me prepare just in case the

I’ll give it a shot, I guess,” I finally said, still holding the small piece of paper in my hand. “If you think

“I think it would be good for you to talk to someone with experience,” he said. “I won’t force you to do it,