Page 59 of Saving Tracey
This guy sitting beside me could not be any more perfect.
Lucas muttered an 'oh' before leaning up on his knees to grab the instructions that came with the race track, obviously not caring about what kissing was anymore. "Trace, can we put my race track together now?"
I nodded, giving him a bigger smile than I normally did, and I knew it was because Trevor’s words had affected me. He had a habit of doing that.
I scooted forward to sit next to him as we read the instructions together. I helped him read the words he didn'tcompletely understand, and while we were working on the racetrack together, I realized just how smart this kid was.
He was basically an exact replica of his older brother.
Once we had the track put together, Glenda called everyone into the dining room for lunch. Trevor stopped me when I went to follow Lucas into the kitchen. I turned around, looking up at him. A grim look tensed his features, and he clutched his phone tightly in his hand. My stomach twisted uneasily, and my body tensed.
"Gabriel got back in touch with me," Trevor informed me quietly.
The breath was knocked from my lungs. The color drained from my face. I was going to be sick.
Trevor squeezed my hand gently in his own. "He got out on bail. One of his friends posted it. Your mother is still very much locked up behind bars, but unfortunately, he's out. He'll be out until his court date on the thirtieth of this month."
That was two weeks from now. Two weeks he could find me and hurt me. I swallowed down nausea.
"He can skip his court date, Tracey," Trevor informed me as if I didn’t realize that already.
My throat closed up, and my stomach began churning uncontrollably. I felt like I was either going to pass out or be sick. "If he skips his court date, there will be a warrant out for his arrest, but until he's back in prison, you're in danger,” Trevor finally stated, bringing to life the elephant in the room.
Bile rose in the back of my throat. Tears made my vision blurry. I covered my mouth, running toward his bathroom. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet, emptying my stomach as tears ran down my face.
Two steps forward—a thousand steps back.
Trevor held my hair back for me until I was finished throwing up. He flushed the toilet for me afterward, and I collapsed backinto his chest. Sobs wracked my chest, making it hard to breathe. He wrapped his arms around me, rocking me gently on his lap, whispering comforting words in my ears. "Tracey, he will never get his hands on you again. I swear on my fucking life, I will kill him with my bare hands before he ever touches you.”
I clutched his shirt in my hands, my tears soaking his shirt. I wanted to believe Trevor so badly, but I just couldn't find comfort in his words. Not while he was out on bail. Not when he could so easily take me back into that hell.
All I could picture was him finding me. I could only picture the pain he would inflict upon me when he finally got his hands on me.
"Don't let him hurt me,” I sobbed. I struggled to push back the flashbacks, the painful memories.
Trevor gripped my face in his hands, his eyes meeting mine. "Baby, don't you go to that part of your mind. I'm right here, okay? Look at me,” he ordered right when I felt myself losing focus. I forced my eyes to lock on his. "He willneverfucking hurt you again."
I nodded, keeping my eyes locked on his. He crushed me to his chest, kissing the top of my head over and over as I sobbed against his chest. He looked up when someone came to the bathroom, but I kept my face buried in his chest. "Is she alright?" I heard Dale ask him quietly.
"She'll be fine," Trevor informed him gruffly. "I'll talk to you about it later, but I'm either moving in with her, or she's moving in here," Trevor stated bluntly, not seeming to give his adopted father much of a choice in the decision.
"Trevor, that's not a decision for you to make—" Dale started, but Trevor cut him off. I could feel his muscles tensing. He was ready to go to war over me.
Trevor leaned me back, wiping the tears off of my face with gentle fingers. "Go eat, baby. I'll be in there in a minute."
I nodded, realizing he needed a moment with Dale. Trevor stood up and reached down to help me up. He kissed my forehead before I walked out of the bathroom. By the time I made it down the hallway, I could hear Trevor snapping at Dale.
I sighed, running my hands roughly down my face.
My problems were always fucking everyone else up.
TREVOR
I glared at Dale as soon as Tracey left the bathroom, her back stiff as a board. "I'm eighteen fucking years old, legally no longer under your fucking rules. I can do what I please."
"You're still my kid, Trevor," Dale told me, leaning against the doorjamb, his arms crossed over his chest, a stern look on his face.
I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. "Dale, she needs me," I told him, desperation coating my words.
