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He didn’t press the issue, instead calling this associate and requesting they relay a message for him and that this was the number to contact him on.
My stomach knotted as we fell into silence, some country song playing statically over the radio.
“I’m sorry I didn’t stay, stop him sooner,” Thomas finally said, his voice soft yet piercing through the silence engulfing us.
“It’s fine, you came back.” My throat tightened as tears welled in my eyes once more. I wanted to push the whole thing from my mind, the look on his face, the blade against my throat, the feel of him…
“I let him get in my head. I worried he might…”
“You stopped him, you came back,” I snapped as I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to sob.
I would not break now. I’d been through hell, I wasn’t about to let this unravel me. I had to keep it together.
Thomas didn’t say another word, only turning up the heat when I tucked my hands between my knees. It wasn’t from being cold, but I appreciated the thought.
I wanted to assess the damage Vincent had done, but I knew I’d have to wait. I’d be bleeding to some extent, but nothing felt too extreme.
It just reminded me of the times Callum would get drunk and throw himself on me. He’d not give me a chance to get aroused or use lube, and I’d bled before.
This was nothing new.
So why were the tears now rolling down my cheeks?
I wiped them away harshly, but Thomas didn’t say anything, his gaze solely on the road.
Good, I just wanted some quiet for now, to just sit with the crappy little radio struggling to provide us with some music, the truck rumbling as we drove.
The sun was shining down on us now in its futile attempt to bring some light to the darkness carving its way through my soul.
I closed my eyes as I focused on the warmth of the morning rays, imagining the sun burning away Vincent’s touch.
We continued on in silence until we reached a gas station, where Thomas pulled in and gassed up.
“Wait in the truck, keep that handy,” he said as he nodded at the knife still in my lap.
I just bobbed my head, and he sighed.
“I’m leaving the keys in the truck. If anything goes wrong, you get out of here, got it?”
I frowned as I met those gentle green eyes. They were awash with emotions, but his focus was on me right now, and it made me soften. He was not cut out for this life he’d found himself in, there was a sweetness to him that this dark world would smother.
“You can drive, right?” he checked.
“Yes.”
“Good, I’m going to pay for the gas and grab a few things.”
I watched him head into the gas station, the numbness that I’d gotten so used to now setting in once more.
I was tired. Drained from everything, all the adrenaline and fear no longer fueling me.
I kept my eyes on Thomas, watching him through the window as he gathered up a few supplies and bought them at the counter.
He returned with a bag of things, offering me a chocolate bar, painkillers, and a bottle of water.
“Figured you might be hurting…” he said softly, and I managed a small smile at his concern.
“Thanks,” I mumbled as I accepted them, opting to sip on the water once I downed a pill to ease the discomfort, sitting the chocolate bar in my lap. “What now?”
