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

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Worry filled his beautiful, dark eyes that always seemed to draw me in. He sighed, running his hands through his hair, tugging on the ends. It was obvious he didn't want me walking alone, and he definitely didn’t want me going back home and facing Kaleb without him.

"Fine,” he finally muttered. "But you have to call me when you get home, understand?"

I nodded. He stepped forward, pulling me against him to kiss me with enough passion to make my knees weak. When he pulled back, I was a bit breathless, my chest quickly rising and falling as I tried to normalize my breathing again. He kissed my forehead and released me. "Please, be careful, Tracey."

I nodded. I smiled at Lucas, giving him a small wave. "Bye, kiddo."

He smiled at me shyly, still wary of me. I turned to the door, walking out into the chilly night.

I was lost. Somewhere I had taken a wrong turn, and I was absolutely fucking lost. Nothing looked familiar, and I had absolutely no idea where I was at.

On top of it all, my phone was dead.

I was so fucked.

Graffiti covered the buildings around me. I saw some kids standing on the sides of the roads, wearing either red or blue for obvious reasons. I could tell some of them had guns, and it didn't make me feel comfortable in the slightest.

I kept my gaze focused on the pavement, desperate to get somewhere I knew. Fuck, why hadn't I just taken Trevor's offer of a ride? I sure as hell wouldn't be in this predicament if I had.

I screamed when someone grabbed me and tossed me onto the ground in an alley. I quickly scampered up, my phone and bag left forgotten on the ground. My chest heaved up and down as my eyes met the same cold, green ones of my own.

He stepped into the light, that sadistic smirk I had almost forgotten about covering his features, making me sick to my stomach. "We have a lot of unfinished business, Tracey."

Chapter Fourteen

NO.

I wouldn't let him hurt me like this again—I couldn’t. I was stronger this time. I was terrified out of my mind, but I would fight.

I didn't know how he had gotten out of jail. I didn't know how long he had been out, but what I did know was that I wouldn't let him take me down without a fight.

I scrambled up off the ground, and he grabbed the front of my shirt, yanking my face close to his. I gagged at the smell of his breath and the smell that emanated off of his skin. It was clear that he hadn’t been anywhere where he could properly take care of himself.

"You're going to pay, Tracey, and by the time I'm done with you, there won’t be breath left in your lungs,” he spat in my face.

I shook my head, my knee coming up and slamming into his balls. He groaned, falling to the ground, clutching his prized jewels. "Not this time."

I took off running for the other end of the alley. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. I had to get away from here. There had to be some way to get back to Trevor's, or at least to Miss Brinson's.

I wouldn't let him hurt me again.

My converse slapped loudly against the pavement as I ran down the sidewalk for all I was worth. My chest was heaving, desperate for some air, but I didn't care. I had to get the fuck away from here.

I knew he was running after me, but I didn't care. I would run until I physically couldn't run anymore.

I collided with a tall body, and we fell to the ground with the force I had knocked into him with. The guy groaned as I rolled over off of him, the wind momentarily knocked out of me. He sat up, looking down at me. "Girl, you don't belong here.” He reached down to help me up. “What in the hell are you doing on the south side?"

I ignored him and his hand as I scrambled off the ground. My body was aching and screaming in protest, but I couldn't stop.

I wouldn't let him hurt me again.

"Hey, hey,” the guy tried soothing me, reaching out and grabbing my arm when I turned to continue running. I flinched, yanking myself away from him, my chest heaving from panic and from the exertion of running. "Are you okay?"

No. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack.

I had to fucking run.

"Get the fuck over here, you stupid fucking bitch!" I heard my dad roar through heavy breaths.

“I—I have to go," I muttered, turning to run away again, but the stupid idiot grabbed my arm again.

"Is that man bothering you?" His dark eyes were intent on my own, anger beginning to swirl in their depths.


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