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chapter nine
Meghan
I didn’t waste a second packing a bag and allowing Terror to take me away from my apartment.
This was the first place where I felt like I was truly at home, but Lyle coming and breaking in, ruined the feeling of being safe.
Terror protected me, he put himself in between us and I just want to be with him right now.
He takes my bag from me and throws it over his shoulder, taking my hand with his other.
We walk down the stairs to the front where his truck is parked, again regretting not being on his bike but it’s early in the morning and it’s cold.
He sees me eyeing it, chuckles and kisses my temple. “We will go riding whenever it warms up. I have a few bikes at home too.”
I smile and rub his back. “Wait, when did my car get back?” I look over to her, she looks amazing and there’s a white piece of paper on the windshield.
Terror looks over. “I knew it was done; they must have brought it after we went to bed.”
I walk over and want to look at her. She is the first thing I truly bought for myself. She might be a piece of shit, but she is my piece of shit.
“Did someone leave me a parking ticket?” I laugh because that would be my luck. I take the piece of paper and I scream at the sight of a photoshopped picture of me naked lying in bed with Seth.
The trouble that he had to go through to make something like this, I’m sick to my stomach.
Terror takes it from me and on the back of it the words read, “I can’t wait to taste you again my love.”
I want to scream. I want to throw up because this feels just as violating as him touching me inappropriately.
Terror picks me up and carries me to the truck, setting me inside with me in his lap while I cry.
This is a bone deep hurting type of cry. “That is just wrong. Why would he do this? I just don’t get it.” I shake my head, my tears falling onto his hand that is cupping below my jaw.
He is pissed. I can see the way he is fighting himself, but he is concerned about me and making sure I’m okay.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to rip him limb from limb without a smidge of fucking remorse.”
I rest my forehead in the crook of his shoulder, trying to control my breathing so I don’t have a full-blown panic attack.
“I’m okay,” I reassure him, and he kisses the tears from my cheeks.
“Let's go home,” I state, and he nods. He doesn’t let me move across the seat but buckles me up in the middle seat.
I don’t even look back to the diner, the place that was my safe haven is no more because my safe place now is Terror.
Terror, I realize, is my home.
I fall asleep on the way back to his house. He’s whispering on the phone to his mother telling her that I won’t be into work.
A week ago I would have fought him over this but now, I just want to stay where I’m warm and safe.
He hangs up the phone, and I turn my head up to look at him. I notice that we are already at his house. “I slept the whole time.” I rub my eye and sit up.
“You have had a rough morning.” He pushes my mussed-up hair out of my face. I smile and lean my head into his hand.
I nod, exhausted. “It’s just I hate that he is trying to mess with us. I think that hurt me the worst. I never...” I trail off not wanting him to think that I have ever touched him.
He looks like he is shocked that I would even suggest that, and I laugh because my vulnerability was unreasonable. “Darlin, I have seen all of you, and I know your body like the back of my hand. I know you and that was not you.”
