Page 122 of Beautifully Broken
I cross my arms over my chest. “And when was that moment going to be, Trevor?”
Trevor hangs his head down and his shoulders slump. “I was hoping to tell you after the event on Saturday. And yes, I know that is still days away, but I wasn’t going to be in the office for the rest of the week so your mom wouldn’t see us interacting together. She planned on having Joe cover for the event, but I was still going to meet you there.”
I sit back down on the bed, not sure of what to do or say. This situation is so messed up and, of course, it all stems from my mother.
Trevor comes over to me and kneels next to the bed. “I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you, Sophia. All I wanted to do was help you get away from Cheryl. You have to believe me. You shouldn’t have to deal with the way she treats you. I’ve told you before and I’ve meant it every time, but baby, you deserve the world.” He cradles my face and I don’t flinch away from him. I see the sincerity in his eyes and feel it in his touch.
My guard is slowly falling with his words. I have this gut feeling that I should believe him. Trevor has never lied to me before, and I don’t think he’d start now. All he has ever done is be there for me, encourage me to be myself, and build my confidence.
He leans his forehead on the bed. “You are the strongest person I know. All I want is to see you happy and thriving in life. Your beauty shines inside and out and no one shouldevermake you feel you aren’t good enough.” He takes a moment before continuing. “And if I made you feel that way, I apologize, because that was never my intention. You are more than enough and perfect the way you are, Sophia.”
Lifting my hand, I run it through his hair. He turns his face towards me and I see the tears that threaten to fall, which solidifies my decision. Trevor isn’t an actor and if I know him as well as I think he truly thought he was doing something good for me.
I nod. “Okay, I believe you.” He reaches his hand to hold mine. “This doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at you. You should’ve told me before she did. But I can see your heart was in the right place.”
He brings my hand to his lips, placing a kiss. “I’m so sorry. It really was all about you, I swear.”
“Come here.” I tug on his hand.
Trevor stands up and I move over on the bed, giving him room to sit next to me. “You don’t have to apologize again. I appreciate that when put in a shitty predicament, you thought of me first. Trevor, no one has ever done that for me before. Thank you.”
He puts his arm around me and my head falls to his shoulder. It isn’t long before he stretches his legs out and I follow suit.
Trevor pulls me close, dropping a kiss on my forehead. “So what happened?”
I pull back slightly to look up at him. I recount everything that happened and how I ended up here in my hotel room.
He shakes his head. “Damn, I’m so incredibly proud of you. That took a lot of guts to do.”
“I didn’t really even think about it at that moment. I just did it. It was like a switch went off, you know?” I curl my head back into the crook of his neck.
“You are so amazing,” he tells me, brushing his hand through my hair.
Wait a minute.
I sit up, narrowing my eyes at him. “How did you know where I was?”
He chuckles. “I went by your house. Cheryl had some choice words for me, but she told me you packed a suitcase and left and that I really wasn’t ever going to see you again. I racked my brain trying to figure out where you would’ve gone and remembered you told me about the spa days you two used to have. I came here and started knocking on doors when they wouldn’t tell me which room was yours.”
Yup, determined.
I shake my head and lay back down. “Tell me about these choice words Cheryl had for you.”
And he does. He tells me everything she said and then we move on from talking about her. We talk until I’m falling asleep and the last thing I remember is Trevor pressing his lips to my temple and pulling me into him with a tighter hug.
Maybe things will be okay.
Chapter 11
The sun beats down on me from the window, waking me up. I slowly maneuverer out of Trevor’s hold so I don’t wake him.
I head straight to the bathroom and wash my face. Looking at my reflection, I take in my appearance. I look like me, but I don’t feel like me.
No, I feel battered and bruised. Even with sleep, I feel exhausted and ready to go back to bed. My red puffy eyes have bags under them and I’ve lost coloring in my face.
I need help.
I know I can’t do this on my own anymore and it’s a relief to admit that. While Trevor and I talked last night, a thought came to mind. I came to the conclusion that I not only need help with my problem, but I need therapy to sift through everything with my mom.
