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"She's with Paul; she's fine,” he assured me quietly. “Go to sleep, baby girl."
I was already falling asleep before he finished his sentence.
Chapter Nineteen
"Trace," I heard a little boy’s voice whispering close to my ear. "Trace, wake up, please."
I blinked awake, jumping a little when I saw Lucas right in front of me, his face inches from mine. "Hey, buddy," I whispered, noticing Trevor was still asleep. "What's wrong?" I asked him, sitting up on my elbows slightly.
"Someone is here to see you." I frowned. "They told me not to tell anyone but you."
Dread and fear curled in the pit of my stomach. Nobody would specifically request that unless they were trying to not be caught. I sat up, thankful that I had on a long t-shirt instead of being naked. I fought down the blush on my face when I thought of Trevor waking me up a couple of hours ago for more sex.
"Wake Trevor up," I whispered, "and tell him to come downstairs very quietly."
He nodded, and I got out of bed, snatching a pair of Trevor's sweatpants off the floor and pulling them on hastily. I had a terrible feeling about who was waiting on me at the front door,but I had to do this to protect the people I cared about. I had to do this to put him back behind bars for good.
I had to do this for myself.
I slowly walked out of the room, my heart pounding wildly in my chest in fear and nervousness. Someone unexpectedly grabbed my arm, and I almost shrieked in fear until someone's hand slapped over my mouth. "Shh," Trevor whispered into my ear. He turned me around to face him, and I could almost make out the absolute fury painting his face through the light shining in through one of the windows in the hallway.
"Have you gone out of your fucking mind?"
I shook my head at him. "Trevor, if it's him, I have to get him back behind bars," I whispered, my tone desperate. I needed him to understand what I was trying to do.
He clenched his jaw, the torment in his eyes clear as he debated his next words. Finally, he grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me, his lips rough and demanding against mine. "I am right behind you, do you understand? I won't fucking risk him getting his goddamn hands on you again."
I nodded in understanding. He held his phone up for me to see the 911 number on his phone. He put his fingers to his lips, silently telling me to be quiet, and slipped his phone back into his pocket. I swallowed hard and turned away from him, quietly walking down the stairs, thanking God with every step that I took that their floorboards didn't creak.
When I finally reached the bottom, I froze in fear, my muscles practically seizing. Standing in the open doorway to the house was none other than my father. His large frame filled the doorway, the outline of his body illuminated by the moonlight and the porch light. My throat closed up, and air refused to reach my lungs.
"Tracey, get over here. We're going home."
My hands started sweating, and I clutched the staircase banister with both of my hands, my knees turning weak. Nausea began rolling through my stomach.
I was so fucking stupid.
I couldn't do this. I couldn't face him. Every fear I had ever had around this man was hitting me full force.
I was still so fucking weak.
I didn't know where Trevor was. He was hidden in the shadows. I knew he said he would be right behind me, but I was panicking. I could barely think straight anymore.
My dad stepped into the house, and the little bit of lighting in the living room lit up his face. He was furious, and he looked rough. He had a cut under his eye, and his lip was split open. His face was badly bruised, and he was sporting a beard, but I could see the discoloration popping out of his beard line.
"You stupid, foolish girl,” he whispered as he drew closer to me. I could barely hear him over the pounding in my ears. I could only stand there wide-eyed. "Do you know what that stupid boy did to me after I found you that day? That boy—Gabriel, I think his name was—fucking hunted me down and beat the fuck out of me. Did you run your mouth to him like you did everyone else, princess?"
By now, he was standing right in front of me, and the smell of his breath almost knocked me back onto my ass. "This time, I'm going to make sure you don't tell another fucking soul anything.” He leaned in closer. “Because you won’t have a fucking tongue to speak with.”
He reached for me, but suddenly, Trevor came out of nowhere. He grabbed the front of my dad's shirt and practically tossed him halfway across the room before he shoved his phone into my hands. "The police are almost here,” he rushed out before he moved away from me again.
He went across the room to where my dad was getting up off of the floor. Trevor swung his fists, knocking my dad back down again. I winced when I heard a body crash through the glass coffee table, my dad’s roar of pain following right after.
Footsteps came pounding down the stairs, and I slid down the staircase banister, landing hard on my ass, but I barely felt it. Tears fell down my face as the panic wore off. I could still hear Trevor beating my dad into a bloody pulp, but I didn't care.
Glenda knelt in front of me, and Olivia sat next to me, pulling me into a comforting hug. "Are you okay?" Glenda ran her hand over my hair, trying her best to comfort me.
I just started crying harder. I looked up when I heard Dale start shouting. "Trevor, get off of him! He's unconscious! If you kill him, you'll go to jail, too!" he barked at his adopted son.
