Page 56 of Saving Tracey
He turned around to face his mom, anger written all over his features. "No, Mom! I'm tired of him always coming around and messing things up! That's all he ever does!"
"Boy, if you don't open that door this instant—" she snapped.
"Fine,” he spat, unlocking the door and swinging it open.
Trevor stormed inside, his fists clenched at his sides, his eyes murderous. I hadn't even known it was raining, but apparently, it was because Trevor was drenched from head to toe, and it was pouring outside. His eyes landed on me almost instantly, and he sighed softly, relaxing a bit when he realized I was okay. I walked over to him, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him softly. "Are you okay?" He reached up with cold fingertips to run his fingers over my cheek.
I nodded. "I'm fine," I told him quietly. "You need a shower, or you're going to get sick."
He grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. I led him upstairs to my room wordlessly. He had clothes here from when he would stay over so often, so I wasn’t too worried about what he would wear when he got done showering since his clothes were drenched.
When we reached my bathroom, he pulled me against him and kissed me deeply. I could feel his desperation through his kiss. "Fuck, I was so worried about you,” he finally uttered when he pulled back from me. He gripped my face in his hands. “Why in the hell did you ignore my calls?”
I sighed. "I was tired of coming between you and Kaleb," I admitted quietly.
He shook his head, looking as if he didn’t know whether to shake me or hold me. "You are more important to me than Kaleb ever could be,” he reminded me. “Please, don't make me feel like that again. You terrified the fuck out of me."
I nodded. He kissed me again and stepped back, now smiling. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of his beautiful smile. It was damn breathtaking.
"Now, I'm going to get a shower. Want to join?" he asked, flashing that devilish smirk of his.
I laughed a little, shaking my head. I wasn't ready for anything like that again yet. I was still recovering from everything that had happened a week ago.
The nightmares from the night before flashed through my mind, and my hand immediately fluttered to my neck. Trevor stepped toward me, concern flashing through his eyes, his smirk dropping from his face instantly. "Baby, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?”
I shook my head at him, shooting him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. I didn't want to tell him I was having nightmares without him. I didn't want to seem like I was relying on him too much.
Fuck, all I wanted to do was just to heal on my own. I wanted to be strong enough to do that. I wanted to be able to face my father again and stand strong.
"Talk to me," Trevor demanded softly.
I looked away from him, shaking my head. "I don't want to talk about it," I whispered, hating that he could see right through the front I tried to put up against him.
He sighed, dropping it, but he didn’t drop the concerned look in his eyes. He stepped back from me, and I sighed, turning and walking out of the bathroom. I sat on my bed and turned the TV on, laying down under the covers.
Maybe the noise from the television would keep the nightmares away.
I just wanted to sleep peacefully.
It was dark all around me. I couldn't see a damn thing. There were no windows, and as much as I felt along the wall, it seemed like I was never going to find a door to get out of this pitch-black room.
I could hear his heavy boots pounding up the stairs, and he began shouting my name. A tear trickled down my cheek. Oh God, he was angry. Something had happened at work to make him pissed.
"Tracey!" He bellowed.
A whimper escaped my lips. This was it for me. I was so fucking done for.
I screamed when the door I had so desperately searched for over and over swung open, and his huge frame filled the doorway, intimidating me instantly. Tears poured down my cheeks when he stepped into the room, flipping on a light switch. I cowered against the wall as he stormed over to me, his fist slamming into my rib cage and another blow immediately following after against my stomach.
I preferred the dark.
I fell to my knees, my arms wrapping around my abdomen as I coughed hard, groaning at the pain in my stomach.
Please, make it stop.
He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "She fired me because I hurt you,” he spat at me. "I lost my fucking job today. You always ruin everything for me, Tracey. So, today I'm going to fucking ruinyou. I'm going to make you suffer, and I'm going to watch with a fucking smile as you die a slow, painful death in front of me."
I jerked awake, screaming at the top of my lungs. I was drenched in sweat, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I kicked the covers off of me, scrambling out of bed so fast that I got twisted up in the sheets and fell on the floor on my hands and knees. My bathroom door burst open as I sobbed, curling into a ball on the floor.
