Chapter 243 Quiet
I knew he'd come. I just knew it. I had absolutely no doubt in my mind he would come for me. And he did! Now he's my hero. I don't know if he will ever understand what he's done for me.
The moment the door had exploded inward, and Jay had been knocked from my body, I knew it was because he had come to save me. His careful hands as he cut my bonds and his soft words. Every action was cautious, like he was scared if he moved to fast I'd fall apart.
I'm not sure I could've fallen even lower than I already was. I was in hell, but even as I was still on the bed, I had hope. No. That's not it. I knew I'd be released and I knew I had him to thank for it.
He didn't waste a second releasing me from the binds. Then he threw his tee shirt over me and just held me. I was surrounded in his warmth not only from his shirt which he ripped from his body and threw over me, giving me as much dignity as possible, but his body was warm... Hot actually. Maybe it was just the fact I'd been freezing for God knows how long.
I breathed him in. I let him touch me, warming my body. Bringing me back to myself. Bringing me back to my safety net.
And that was enough. He didn't say a damn word when I started sobbing into his chest. He didn't care that he took off his own shirt to put it on me; didn't even caring about how cold it was in the room.
He kissed me softly, like I was oxygen and he was drowning. "I'm so sorry, baby," he'd whispered to me. Like this was somehow his fault. It wasn't.
He might have left me, but he wasn't the one who set this whole thing in motion. He didn't deliberately decide to let me be alone just so my uncle could get his filthy hands on me. I have a feeling he'd been baited with whatever the hell that text was. He'd said he was putting a rat out of its misery. I didn't say anything, but I had been wondering if it was Melissa.
I'm pretty sure that was the only thing that could've pulled him away from me at that exact moment. I wasn't scared he would ditch me for her. I knew he didn't want anything to do with her, so I felt safe in letting him leave me.
I had no idea it was all part of a trap. And it worked perfectly. My only question, is what the hell is she getting out of this little arrangement? (Probably jail time as an accomplice...)
"You ready to get the hell outta here Charlie?" He asked, finally pulling back. He looked tired, but relieved. And definitely ready
I was more than ready to leave when he finally pulled away from me. I didn't want to stay in this cold evil place another second more. In fact, I'm going to pretend this was just some horrible dream, and when I wake up in Trent's arms tomorrow morning... well. I don't know.
Maybe I'll have him kiss me until all of this feels like a fucking nightmare and then realize this will be the last one I ever have. Because I know he will never touch me ever again.
When the cold air hit my body, I shivered, snuggling closer to Trent. He didn't even seem bothered by the air. Maybe he's still running on adrenalin. I'm sure he's going to crash the second we get home.
I hadn't even thought about the fact I didn't have clothes to wear. Luckily, Trent came prepared... Sort of.
"Here, baby. I know they are big on you, but it's better than nothing," he whispered, kneeling in front of me. He helped pull up his seat pants. I don't have any underwear right now, but I don't really care. I'll deal with that when I'm back at my apartment.
I love being in his clothes right now. They are big and warm and smell like him. I love being wrapped up in his scent. It's familiar and calming.
I focus on the darkness as we pass cars and trees and roads making our way to the hospital. I listen to the constant drum of the tires beneath us. The wind blowing past us as Trent takes us at high speeds than posted.
Trent hasn't said anything since he started up his truck. And that's okay. I'm kinda stuck in my head, and I'm guessing his mind is spinning just as badly as mine.
He did reach out and take my hand in his and has refused to release it. Not that I want him to release me, I'm holding him with a death grip. I can feel him trembling through our linked hands. He's probably more upset than he's letting on.