Blythe's P.O.V.
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"I'm here now. I'll protect you."
I wish that I could believe him. I wish I could believe that I'm safe. I wish I could relax and go back to how things were.
But I can't. I'm too broken. Too beaten down. Too... ruined. For anything. For anyone. I can't even manage to gain my freedom.
I feel like I can't breathe. I'm terrified. That memory popping up triggered a panic attack. I know this. I used to have them often enough. But I just can't pull myself out of it. Which means I'm going to pass out.
"Hey, baby, you gotta breathe okay?" CG said as he held me in his arms.
"I-I... I-I'm... trying..." I wheezed.
"Hey, do you remember that time when we were 10, and we went to visit my grandparents? Annita's hispanic parents,
