Page 2 of Kevlar To My Vest


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Now, Hemi had his head pillowed in my lap as I stroked his coat, and tried to do my upmost best not to freak him out with my crying.

“Oh, Hemi. I don’t want you to leave me.” I cried, tears dripping down my cheeks and most likely onto his face.

Fifteen minutes on the dot, after my phone call to Trance, I heard the front door open and Trance walk in.

The click-click of nails on the hardwood floor let me know that Radar was with him, too.

I could feel his presence like a shock, and knew instantly when his body was close.

He hunkered down beside the couch where I was sitting with my legs folded underneath me. Hemi’s tail thunked furiously on the couch beside me, making the whole couch vibrate with the intensity of it.

I felt the glasses covering my eyes lift to rest on the top of my head, followed by Trance’s thumbs wiping away my tears. “I’m here, baby.” He said reassuringly.

Any and all hope of not crying my eyes out fled, and I curled down until my head was buried into Hemi’s fur.

“What am I going to do without him?” I cried.

I could feel Trance as he stroked Hemi’s head, and finally Trance moved, shifting me and Hemi until we were both situated on either side of him.

I curled into his side, moving as close as I possibly could.

My head was pillowed on his chest, one arm around his back and the other around his front, clutching at Hemi’s head.

Then I felt Radar’s head lay down on my leg, and I cried all the harder.

I’m not sure how long we stayed like that. I know it had to be quite a while, because once I was done with my crying, only little hiccups remained.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked softly, sifting his fingers through my hair.

I felt the rumble of the question vibrate through his chest, and a low deep thrum of contentment coursed through me. One that I never felt when I was in Paul’s arms. Never.

Which was why I’d never slept with him, despite his nagging about it.

“Will you take him to the park with me? I want him to play...” I started to ask, but the hard pounding at my door startled me out of finishing.

Then the yelling started. “Hey, Elise! It’s time to go. Remember? It’s Tuesday, we have to meet my parents for dinner!”

Why did he insist on calling me by my middle name? What was wrong withViddy?

I didn’t move, and neither did Trance.

Radar did, however, go over to the door and started growling low in his throat.

“Hey, is that guy in there with you again? Is that his stupid fuckin’ dog? What did I tell you about him?” Paul snarled.

I lost it again. After everything he’d done to me lately, I just couldn’t handle his shit anymore.

Paul was not a nice man. He’d threatened me on more than one occasion on what he’d do if he caught me with Trance again. Not that Trance and I had ever crossed that line, but Paul didn’t care, and wasn’t willing to listen. Everything I did pissed Paul off, and I really just didn’t give a flying fuck anymore.

Paul could go fuck a duck.

I stomped hard towards the door.

Counting my steps, I got to seven and held my hand out, making contact with the door.

“Move over, Radar, I’ve got to get rid of the trash.” I said to the big boy who was still growling low at my door.

Turning the knob, I felt the full blast of Louisiana heat belt me in the face, as well as Paul’s anger.

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