Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I shook my head. “You swore you'd send her out.”
He had broken his word to me.
All because of a girl that was out to hurt everyone, both physically and emotionally.
She was accomplishing it.
She was breaking an already broken girl.
"I'm sorry. Trevor is making sure she leaves right now."
Why not him? Why couldn’t he send his own girlfriend out like he told me he would? Why was Trevor being more of a protector to me than he was, and Trevor had just met me?
"I don't care that she's leaving now.” I turned to face him. I was angry. I was hurt. I was terrified.
I hated feeling like this.
"Sending her home now doesn't change what she did, what she said."
"Tracey—" I shook my head. I didn’t want to hear anything he had to say.
"Don’t.” I turned my back to him. "Just leave me alone, please.”
I heard him sigh, and then I heard him quietly shut my door as he walked out of the room a moment later. As soon as I was sure he wouldn’t be returning to my room, I entered my en-suite bathroom and grabbed my bottle of prescription pain pills, putting a handful into my mouth. I grabbed a glass of water and swallowed them down.
"Fucking hell, what in the hell are you thinking?!"
I turned to face Trevor with wide eyes. He snatched the bottle from my hands and angrily threw them across the bathroom. Wrapping his arms around me, he dragged me to the floor over by the toilet. I fought against him when he pried my jaw open, shoving his finger down my throat, not giving me a choice.
He was going to make me live.
Gagging and retching, I threw up. He held me tighter when I tried shoving him away, just to shove his finger down my throat again, forcing me to throw up the rest of the pills.
I burst into tears, a sob ripping from my throat. His arms tightened around me, and I collapsed into the safe embrace of Trevor. He fell back against the wall, his heart racing, his hand shaking as he brought me with him, wrapping his body around mine, holding me as I fell apart.
Chapter Seven
Igroaned and clutched at my head as it pounded incessantly. Blinking slowly, I eased myself into a sitting position and glanced around my bedroom, my eyes landing on the person sitting in the chair next to my bed. I sucked in a sharp breath of air in surprise and jumped back against the wall that my bed was against.
"Head hurt?" Kaleb was clearly upset, if the look on his face wasn't enough to go by.
Hadn't I told him to leave me alone?
"Why are you in here?" I crossed my arms over my chest in a defensive gesture.
He sat up from his slouched position in the chair and ran a hand through his already messy hair. "Well, considering you thought it'd be a great idea to swallow an entire bottle of pills, you can't exactly be trusted anymore, Tracey."
I flinched and glared at him. "Like you can?" I wasn’t in the mood for his dumb-ass lecture.
Why couldn't anyone leave me alone when I decided death was the way I wanted to go?!
"Let it go, Tracey. It's in the past. She's my girlfriend. I can't just kick her out of my house."
Let it go?
Was he serious right now?
"There's a reason you call this place your house.” I was angry now. "So yes, you could. Besides, you told me you wanted to break up with her."
What happened to that?
He shrugged. "She's changed a little bit. She's trying for our relationship."
I so badly wanted to scoff at that, but I stopped myself.
Instead, I just shrugged at him. "Who she is as a person doesn't change that you swore to me you wouldn't let something like what happened happen. Yet, you did. You had my trust, Kaleb, and you broke it.”
Someone knocked on the door before Kaleb could respond, and then they walked in before I could give permission. Trevor grinned at me from the doorway, and my cheeks flushed when I remembered crying in his arms in my bathroom until I passed out.
He leaned against the door jamb, crossing his arms over his chest. “I see you're awake."
He's not angry?
"You're not angry at me for swallowing pills last night?"
He shook his head, crossing his arms over his muscular chest, making the muscles in his arms bulge. I dragged my eyes away from his toned upper body, focusing my eyes back on his handsome face.
"Tracey, you're in the process of healing.” I glanced away from him. He was doing that intense thing with his eyes again. “Healing doesn't just happen overnight, despite what some people may think or want." He gave a pointed look to Kaleb, who scowled back at his best friend. "Sometimes, things happen that cause the healing person to backtrack. Even though it sucks, it's okay because I know for a fact that you'll get to where you need to be one day."