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"That's enough,” the judge ordered, slamming his gavel, making me shriek in fear and jump back. "Miss Olive," I looked up at him, his face hazy through my tears, "you are free to go home, young lady. I promise you won't ever have to worry about this man hurting you ever again."
Tears of relief began mixing with my tears of pain. I stood up to step down from the bench as the judge sentenced my dad to prison. "Henry Olive, I sentence you twenty-five to life in prison. You will not be granted probation or parole."
"What?!" my father roared, making me cringe as I stepped down from the witness stand. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
My lawyer quickly rushed to my side as my dad jumped up from his chair, his eyes intent on me. I ducked my head as cops rushed at him from all sides. I could hear my dad fighting against them. I kept my eyes on the ground, desperately trying to get out of the courtroom as fast as I could. I didn't even want to stop to be held by Trevor.
I fucking wanted out.
"Gun!" someone screamed.
"Tracey!" I heard Trevor holler, panic clear in his voice.
As soon as the sound of a gun being fired cracked through the air, I screamed in agony, the bullet piercing my back. I crumbled to the floor, my screams of agony bouncing off the walls.
"Someone call 911!" I heard Trevor roar. I clenched my fists, tears of pain streaming down my cheeks. Slowly, I turned my head to the side. Trevor was on his knees beside me, tears running down his face. I could feel blood running off of my back and down my sides, dripping to the floor.
I was fading in and out so quickly that I could barely register the fact that there was pain pulsing through my back.
I closed my eyes, snapping them back open at the sound of Trevor's voice. "Baby, please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. "Stay awake, baby, please." He peppered kisses all over my hands.
He looked up at Dale. "You're a doctor!" Trevor yelled at his adopted dad. I closed my eyes again. "Can't you fucking do something?!"
"Trevor," I whispered. I was losing consciousness.
He gripped my hands tightly, kissing my knuckles over and over again. I weakly opened my eyes again, just wanting to see his perfect face one more time. "What, baby? Tell me. I'm right here." His broken tone destroyed my heart.
"I love you," I whispered, shutting my eyes.
I heard shouting in the distance, someone ordering people to move. Trevor squeezed my hands tighter, his tears dropping onto my hands, running down my arms. "Baby, wake up," Trevor begged. "Baby, please, don't fucking leave me. I love you. I fucking need you,” he choked out, his voice breaking, his tone ringing with the pain he was feeling.
Everything went dark.
Chapter Twenty-One
TREVOR
Ileaned my head on Tracey's hospital bed, gripping her smaller hand in my own. It had been three weeks since she had been shot, and she still hadn't woken up. There was absolutely no movement from her at all. The doctors said she lost a lot of blood, and it was up to God if she made it through this.
Tears fell down my face as that familiar pain of possibly never holding her again, never seeing her gorgeous, green eyes again stabbed me in my chest. I wanted my Tracey back. Fuck, I missed her so goddamn much. I just wanted to see her smile at me again. I was so tired of staring at her pale face. I wanted to see that familiar blush tinting her cheeks again.
Dale and Glenda were worried senseless about me, as were Angelina and everyone else. Kaleb had put aside our differences, and even he was desperately trying to make me feel better.
But only having Tracey back would make everything okay again. I was nothing without her.
I had lost weight since that day, and I struggled to find any kind of silver lining in this entire situation. I couldn't lose my girl. She was the one thing that helped me out of my darkness—the one person that helped me get better. I hadn't been inked in fucking months, and it was all because of her. Tracey made me fucking feel better.
I didn't have that anymore.
I just wanted my baby girl back.
Fuck, those first few hours of waiting to hear any kind of news from her doctor were the longest fucking hours of my life. I would gladly return to my parents and have them starve me and beat me senseless than have to live through this fucking pain ever again.
Losing someone so fucking close to you—losing someone who meant the entire goddamn world to you—was a pain like no other, and I didn't wish it on my worst fucking enemy.
Lucas had been begging to come see Tracey, but I told Dale and Glenda I would flip my shit if they allowed him in here to see her. My little brother was traumatized enough. I didn't need him seeing the one girl he looked up to laying in a fucking hospital bed; fuck, practically her death bed.
I knew visiting hours were only from eight AM to eight PM, but after fighting with me for a couple of days about leaving, the doctors, nurses, and security realized that it was no use to try to get me to leave her side. If this was as close as I could get to her while she was like this, I was fucking staying.
