Redeeming 6 (Boys of Tommen, #4)

by Chloe Walsh

Was it self-preservation? Was it a mental breakdown? Had I jumped off the bridge? Was I in hell now? It felt like I was in hell. I was trapped in a nightmare. Wake up. Wake up, Joey. “Joey, you’re going to come home with us now, okay?” a familiar voice was saying, but I didn’t know where it was coming from. My heart was beating so hard that it was making my eyes blur. Or maybe that was the tears? “We’re going to take care of you, and that’s not me asking you, son. That’s me telling you.” You jumped. Don’t worry, you jumped. None of this is real. It’s not happening. “I should have been here,” I heard myself say—to who, I wasn’t sure. But I said it. “It’s my job to keep them safe.” “They are safe.” Someone was holding me. There was an arm around my shoulder and a big hand covering mine. “And so are you.” Was it God? Was it the Devil? Where the fuck was I? “No,” I mumbled drowsily as I felt the last strand of my sanity snap. “It was my job to keep her safe.”