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)
"They were a complete bitch to her and ganged up on her and threatened her. That stupid skank, Lacie, was with them, too." Olivia’s own anger at the situation was clear as day in her words.
Trevor sighed. "Fuck, Tracey, I'm sorry. I'll put Jamie and anyone else who messed with you in their place, don't worry about it."
"It's okay, Trevor. Seriously." I rubbed the heel of my hand against my forehead. "I just want to go home.”
He nodded in understanding. "Come on. Paul and I are staying the weekend at your place since his mom and dad are going out of town."
I smiled at Olivia and began to tell her goodbye. Before I could speak, she threw her arms around me. I froze, my heart beginning to pound hard and fast, almost choking me. Bile rose in my throat.
I was panicking.
She had to get off of me.
"Liv, get the fuck off of her!"
She jumped back immediately, and her eyes widened when she saw how panicked I was. I jumped up from my seat, scrambling to put some space between us. I collided with Trevor's tall, muscular frame, and he instantly settled his hands over my shoulders, his warmth and strength seeping through his hands into my body, surprisingly making me relax a bit.
"I'm so sorry, Tracey! It's just so easy to forget that you don't like to be touched and—"
I was a little bit calmer finally, so I gave her a tiny smile, though it was extremely forced. "It's okay, Olivia.” Trevor squeezed my shoulders gently. "It's just who you are.”
She nodded, but she still seemed a little worried. I sighed. "It's okay, Olivia. I just—it’s just who I am. It's not because of you." I felt so bad. She was freaking out because she’d overstepped, but she was so nice. I never wanted to see her upset like this.
She nodded. "I'll see you on Monday at school?"
I bit my lip and nodded, cringing internally at the thought that I had to go back to school on Monday. So, yeah, she would see me at school, and that was terrifying to me. I didn't know how I felt about returning to school. It made me sick to my stomach at the thought.
I wanted to stay where I felt safe, where I felt like almost nothing could touch me.
I hated the thought of being around people again.
When we got home that night, Lacie showed up with Kaleb once he finally got home. I sighed softly, but Trevor shook his head at me. "Don't worry about her. She's just a stupid girl that will never make it anywhere. One day, you'll get the hell out of this town, and she'll be stuck here."
I shook my head at him. He had it all wrong. "I have horrible grades. I won't be making it anywhere."
His eyebrows pulled together. "Why? You could have fought to make good grades so you could have gotten the hell away from your parents."
I sighed. "I didn't see the point in trying. I just wanted to die; sometimes I still do.” He swallowed hard at my words. “Why get good grades if my plan was just to kill myself at some point?"
"You wouldn't have been stuck with your parents until you killed yourself, Tracey. You could have made good grades and ran away once you finished school."
I shook my head, swallowing hard. "He would have found me.”
I stared down at my fingers, twisting them around in my lap nervously, fear making my gut twist to the point it was painful. I could hear my mom's cries of pain from their bedroom. I winced at each pain-filled sound, knowing he was going to be angry when he came to me.
I knew he was going to hurt me so badly.
I didn't want to be hurt anymore.
I winced when I heard their bedroom door slam closed. The sound of his footsteps bounced off of the walls and echoed off of the hardwood flooring as he came closer and closer to where I was in my bedroom.
I didn't want to be hurt anymore.
"Get up, Tracey." His voice was a low snarl, and it sent fear skittering down my spine.
I shook my head at him. I didn't want to be hurt anymore.
He grabbed my hair and yanked me up from the chair. I screamed in pain, desperately clawing at his hands, trying to get him to let me go.
"Did you just deny me, you stupid little girl?!” Tears streamed down my face. "You know what happens when you deny me!"
"Stop hurting me, or I'll run away!" I was sobbing so hard, my words were almost unintelligible.
He slung me on the floor, and my head slammed against my dresser as he did so, making me cry out in pain. I clutched at my head, feeling the blood trickle between my fingertips. He straddled my hips, wrapping his hands tightly around my throat. The pain in my head now forgotten, I clawed at his hands and wrists, desperately trying to drag some air into my lungs.