Saving Tracey – Finding Hope Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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I didn’t want to come between Trevor and Kaleb.

"She's a fucking lying bitch, Trevor!” I flinched at his words. “Why in the hell would I ruin our friendship for some attention-seeking whore like Tracey?!"

I physically winced. Nice to know what he really thought of me.

I didn't hear what Trevor said, but I heard something fall over right after Kaleb spoke, and I only assumed that Trevor had knocked something over in his anger. I sighed and got out of my bed.

I needed to stop this. It was my fault these two were fighting anyway. If I had just kept my mouth shut instead of telling Trevor what had happened, had never called him, they wouldn't be arguing.

Turns out that I didn't need to break up their argument, though. Kaleb's mom came running up the stairs at the sound of their fight. "Boys! Stop it this instant!"

"I want Tracey out, mom!” Kaleb yelled at Miss Brinson as I entered the hallway. “She's a fucking lying cunt! I swear to God, she fucks up everything in her path! She needs to fucking go!"

I stumbled back as if I had been hit. My hip hit the table in the hallway with enough force to knock it over. Everyone's eyes swung over to me. My bottom lip trembled, and tears filled my eyes.

Lacie looked smug as hell that Kaleb was finally turning his back on me. Kaleb looked pissed and hurt that this shit was happening, and Trevor looked ready to murder someone—most definitely Kaleb—and poor Kaleb's mom just looked tired of all of the fighting.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I wasn't wanted anywhere. Not with my parents. Not in this world. Not here.

I turned around and ran for the stairs. I had to get out of there. I felt like I couldn't breathe. It was all too much for me. I wanted to escape it all, and I would be damned if someone would stop me this time. Fuck my promises to Trevor. Fuck it all.

I was done—so done—with this fucked up world that I was placed in.

"Tracey, stop!"

It was too late though. I was already running out the front door and down the street. I couldn't take it anymore.

Arms wrapped around my waist right when my feet met the asphalt and lifted me off the ground from behind. I immediately smelled Trevor's smoky scent, and I just slumped in defeat, my shoulders shaking with my sobs.

What was there left to fight for anyway?

Trevor turned me around and wiped the tears off my face almost frantically, his eyes pained as he took in how broken I was. "Baby, please, stop crying. Kaleb's an asshole. Don't listen to a word that comes out of his mouth, do you understand me? You are perfect.” He gripped my face in his hands. “Everything is going to be okay. Don't run away now, not when you've come so far."

"I don't want to go back." My tears continued to wet his hands. "I want it all to stop. I just want the pain to stop so bad, and I want everyone to stop hurting me."

"You don't have to go back, baby. Come on. We'll go to my place, and you can stay there with me for a few days. Just let me call Paul, okay?"

I nodded. He kissed my forehead and pulled his phone out. "Hey, man, is Glenda home?" Pause. "Hey, Tracey is having some issues at home, and I wanted to know if she could stay with us for a few days."

He hung up the phone a moment later and smiled down at me. "See? Come on. I'll come by later and grab some of your clothes."

He grabbed my hand in his larger one, his strength seeping into me slowly, and led me to his motorcycle. He pulled his phone to his ear, letting Kaleb's mom know that I was leaving with him and that I would come home when I was ready. I heard her yelling at him, making me wince, but he just hit the end button on her and slid his phone into his pocket. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, leaning down to kiss me softly. "You will be okay, Tracey. I promise."

I nodded at his words, not believing him, but nodding nonetheless. When we got to his place, a woman in her late forties opened the door, ushering Trevor and me in. She pulled Trevor into a hug, and I noticed immediately that he stiffened at her touch. She backed up, placing her hands on his upper arms, and looked him over. "I'm fine,” he muttered, moving away from her touch.

"I thought something had happened to you, boy!" She planted her hands on her hips, shooting him an accusing look.

He shook his head at her. "Kaleb is just being a dick, and Tracey wasn't comfortable."


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