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)
My throat closed up, nausea building in the back of my throat.
She had to fucking let me go.
Trevor quickly pulled me back from her as soon as I stiffened, wrapping his arm around me to give me that sense of security that I desperately needed. "She's shaken up. She had a run-in with her dad." Miss Brinson's breath caught in her throat, and her worry-filled eyes met mine. "I'm going to stay with her in case she has any nightmares.” The tone of his voice made it clear it wasn’t up for discussion.
She nodded, her hand fluttering out to me to comfort me, but I shied away from it. All of that progress I had just made had gone down the drain.
With that one simple interaction, he had knocked me back down to the scared little girl I had always been.
I walked up the stairs to my room, ignoring Kaleb, who stood at the top of the stairs, and Krista, who was watching me with sad eyes as I scampered into my room. I didn't want to be bothered. I just wanted to go to sleep and hope that flashbacks and nightmares didn't torment my subconscious mind.
"Trevor, man, we need to talk,” I heard Kaleb say, halting Trevor in his tracks.
I turned to look at them from the doorway of my room, watching as Trevor's features hardened, anger flaring in his eyes. "I don't have a fucking thing to say to you,” Trevor snapped at him. I winced. “You fucking hurt that girl right there,” Trevor snarled, jabbing his finger in my general direction, “all because you were fucking jealous. News flash, you fucking asshole, Tracey is mine, and as far as I'm concerned, she'll always be mine. So fucking let it go, Kaleb. I let you have Lacie because you wanted her so damn bad, but this is one girl that you will never have, and it's time for you to admit that yourself, and move the fuck on."
Kaleb's jaw clenched. "I was the one that got her out of that situation. You didn't even know who the fuck she was until you came over that day to play Call of Duty."
Trevor stepped up to him, towering over him with his tall frame. Kaleb tried to act strong, but I saw the flicker of intimidation in his eyes.
Trevor wasn't exactly someone you wanted to cross.
"For someone who's supposed to be my best friend, you sure as hell don't act like it." Trevor glared daggers at his best friend. "That girl right there," he said, pointing to me, "is my whole goddamn world. I would fucking kill for her if it meant keeping her happy and safe. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was the one I wanted, the one I fucking needed. She makes me feel sane when I'm falling into my depression. You're not my goddamn best friend if you can't see how she makes me fucking feel, Kaleb. You're nothing to me."
My heart warmed at his words. He sounded possessive, and I knew that could be dangerous, but I knew that Trevor would never even think about hurting me.
I just hated that I was ripping him apart from Kaleb, someone that had been his best friend for years.
"Guys, stop," I whispered, making them turn their attention to me.
Trevor sent one last glare toward Kaleb before walking over to me. He closed the bedroom door and pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. "Come on, baby. Let's go to sleep, okay?" He led me over to the bed.
I nodded in agreement, pulling away from him so that I could change into my pajamas. I heard his breath catch in his throat when I pulled my shirt off. I turned to look at him, making sure he was okay. "I'm going to step out,” he rasped.
I looked down at myself and then looked back up at him, my eyes filling with tears. Dammit, I knew after having sex with me, he would find me disgusting. I had been so used and damaged. Now that he saw how used and damaged I actually was, he couldn't stand to look at me anymore.
His eyes widened in alarm when a tear spilled down my cheek, and he rushed over to me, yanking me into his arms. "Stop crying, Tracey,” he begged. “Why are you crying?"
I tried pushing against him, but it was no use. He held on tight, refusing to let me go. I didn't want him holding me if he didn't see me as someone gorgeous or worthy of his attention anymore. I didn't want the fakeness.
"You don't like how I look anymore,” I finally choked out as I gave up fighting against him.
"What?" he asked incredulously, drawing back to look down at me. "What in the hell gave you that idea?" He said it like it was the dumbest thing he had ever heard in his life.