Chapter 150 Freezing Again
"Little dancer?" I call out to her, pushing through the pandemonium. I can't see a damn thing in this whole room and end up tripping over debris as I rush to reach the stage, but I don't stop.
I jump up on the stage and grab Josie in my arms. She's fucking shaking. Right now, I don't know if it's from the cold, relief, or some other emotion. My poor girl, this is killing me to watch her fall apart like this.
"Shh, baby. I'm here," I promise, running my hands up and down her body, trying to warm her up. "I'm right here, Josie. You are safe. Those bastards will not be getting out of prison, baby," I ramble, and I know I'm rambling. I just can't stop talking. I did the same thing when she wasn't talking to me after the last time.
I need her to tell me to shut the fuck up, but she's not. She shoves her face into my shirt seeking comfort. At least she's not pulling away from me. I'll take that as a good sign.
I place kisses along her cold skin. She's so damn cold! What the fuck is wrong with people? Do they not know in order to exist they need to not die of hypothermia?
Right now, I'm not only worried about my little dancer, but also our baby. She's not showing yet, which was probably good. I don't know what Dad would do if he found out she was carrying my baby. He wouldn't get to play with her for very long. I'm sure he would've gotten rid of his own grandchild to use my dancer for his pleasure.
Josie is covered in sweat, so I'm guessing she was dancing, but that doesn't mean she was warm! Her skin is prickling in the cold room.
I'm having flashbacks of when I rescued her from James. She looked like she had frozen to death, and I was so fucking worried she was already a corpse.
I wrap her in my coat, hoping the heat will warm her up a little before I can get her something proper to wear.
"Josie, where are your clothes?" I whisper, not wanting to take her outside naked with only in my coat for protection against the storm.
She doesn't answer me with words. She looks up at e with tears in her eyes and shakes her head. I wonder if she will talk to me? I want to hear her say something sarcastic and cutting. But she doesn't.
"You don't know where your clothes are?" I ask, stroking her face with my large hands, trying to rub warmth back into her skin.
Her lower lip trembles and she sniffs while tears streak down her pale cheeks. She whimpers up to me, and it's pulling something dark inside me.
Shit! She's still not talking to me. I don't know if I can go through this again. I need her to talk!
I place a soft kiss on her lips, hoping some of my heat transfers to her. "Little dancer, please talk to me. You're finally safe now! I swear it!"
I wrap her in my arms and just hold her for a moment. I need to calm down before I go after that bastard and murder him right in front of all the cops.
I can hear my name being called. And yes, I know who it is. He's fucking cussing me out for ruining this for him.
But I don't give a shit. I hope he rots in hell. Now I just have to convince my mother is his accomplice and have her locked away too.
Sean rushes up to me with a blanket. "Sorry, man. This is the best I could do. I don't know what the hell he did with her clothes," he says apologetically.
"Thanks Sean. I'm taking her home with me. If the cops need a statement, they can come to my place," I grumble.
"Understood," Sean nods, looking down at Josie with worry in his eyes.
He's not the only one! I'm fucking terrified she's going to retreat back into herself like she did with James.