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wasn’t even sure when I’d decided that this was Trevor’s home; it just felt natural to think that way.
Where’s Trevor? Oh, he’s at home.
When will Trevor get back? He’ll be home soon.
It felt right. And now, because I was a raging hormonal mess that was too damn stubborn for my own good, he was out somewhere doing God knew what and all I wanted was for him to come back to me.
Muffled voices coming from my porch jerked me out of my internal ass-kicking. I’d barely made it to the front door before it was shoved open. Brett and Luke pushed through the front door with a stumbling, disoriented Trevor draped over each of them.
“What happened?” I asked, rushing to them.
“There’s my wife,” Trevor slurred. The minute he opened his mouth I could smell the whiskey on his breath. He was three sheets to the wind. Trevor drank occasionally, mainly in social settings, and there had been times I’d seen him rocking a slight buzz, but I’d never seen him like this. Trevor didn’t get piss-face drunk; it just wasn’t in his character.
“Got a call from the bartender down at Colt’s, said he needed to be picked up before he got locked up for public intoxication. He’d just started singing along to the jukebox when we got there,” Luke told me. Oh, that was bad. Savannah was always known as the one with the horrible singing voice in our group of friends. That was, until one night of some very regrettable karaoke. Bad doesn’t even begin to describe Trevor’s singing voice. I could have sworn every dog within a three-mile radius was howling its ass off that night.
“Shit, that’s not good,” I muttered, twisting my hands together in front of me as Luke and Brett half-walked half-dragged Trevor to the couch. Once he collapsed, I went to work pulling off his boots and socks before covering him up with the blanket draped over the back of the couch. He was already passed out, snoring like a power tool before his head even hit the pillow.
“Did he say anything to y’all?” I asked nervously as I looked over at my friends, just waiting for them to get all judgy on me for being so hateful to Trevor.
“He wasn’t really in any condition to talk when we picked him up. He could barely garble out the words he was singing correctly,” Brett answered.
“Okay, well, thank you for bringing him home.” My heart broke when I turned back to the man on the couch. I hated that I was to blame for the state he was in.
“Lizzy,” Luke spoke, interrupting my thoughts. “Has he ever told you about his family?”
That threw me. I wasn’t quite sure where Luke was going with that, but he was the only other person in Cloverleaf who knew Trevor like I did. Hell, Luke knew him better than I did. They’d become best friends when they served together, and that friendship had stayed intact all these years later.
“Uh, no. Not really. I mean, I’ve gotten the impression that he and his dad aren’t close, but he’s never really talked about them. Why?”
“‘Not close’ is a definite understatement. The man is a Grade-A bastard. He’s thrived on making Trevor’s life a living hell.” He stopped there and didn’t continue.
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, anxious for more insight into Trevor’s life even though it kind of felt like a personal betrayal to him at the same time. Those were things I should hear from Trevor himself, if or when he ever decided to tell me.
“Because the last time he got like this, it was his old man’s fault.”
“But I’m pretty sure he hasn’t even talked to his dad.”
“I know,” Luke said quietly. “What I’m saying is that he only lets certain people in his life close enough to affect him this way.” Luke’s penetrating gaze bore right through me, sending a chill down my spine. “Important people.” He wasn’t meaning his words to sound harsh, but it was obvious he felt he needed to get his point across.
And he had.
“I’ll take care of
Where’s Trevor? Oh, he’s at home.
When will Trevor get back? He’ll be home soon.
It felt right. And now, because I was a raging hormonal mess that was too damn stubborn for my own good, he was out somewhere doing God knew what and all I wanted was for him to come back to me.
Muffled voices coming from my porch jerked me out of my internal ass-kicking. I’d barely made it to the front door before it was shoved open. Brett and Luke pushed through the front door with a stumbling, disoriented Trevor draped over each of them.
“What happened?” I asked, rushing to them.
“There’s my wife,” Trevor slurred. The minute he opened his mouth I could smell the whiskey on his breath. He was three sheets to the wind. Trevor drank occasionally, mainly in social settings, and there had been times I’d seen him rocking a slight buzz, but I’d never seen him like this. Trevor didn’t get piss-face drunk; it just wasn’t in his character.
“Got a call from the bartender down at Colt’s, said he needed to be picked up before he got locked up for public intoxication. He’d just started singing along to the jukebox when we got there,” Luke told me. Oh, that was bad. Savannah was always known as the one with the horrible singing voice in our group of friends. That was, until one night of some very regrettable karaoke. Bad doesn’t even begin to describe Trevor’s singing voice. I could have sworn every dog within a three-mile radius was howling its ass off that night.
“Shit, that’s not good,” I muttered, twisting my hands together in front of me as Luke and Brett half-walked half-dragged Trevor to the couch. Once he collapsed, I went to work pulling off his boots and socks before covering him up with the blanket draped over the back of the couch. He was already passed out, snoring like a power tool before his head even hit the pillow.
“Did he say anything to y’all?” I asked nervously as I looked over at my friends, just waiting for them to get all judgy on me for being so hateful to Trevor.
“He wasn’t really in any condition to talk when we picked him up. He could barely garble out the words he was singing correctly,” Brett answered.
“Okay, well, thank you for bringing him home.” My heart broke when I turned back to the man on the couch. I hated that I was to blame for the state he was in.
“Lizzy,” Luke spoke, interrupting my thoughts. “Has he ever told you about his family?”
That threw me. I wasn’t quite sure where Luke was going with that, but he was the only other person in Cloverleaf who knew Trevor like I did. Hell, Luke knew him better than I did. They’d become best friends when they served together, and that friendship had stayed intact all these years later.
“Uh, no. Not really. I mean, I’ve gotten the impression that he and his dad aren’t close, but he’s never really talked about them. Why?”
“‘Not close’ is a definite understatement. The man is a Grade-A bastard. He’s thrived on making Trevor’s life a living hell.” He stopped there and didn’t continue.
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, anxious for more insight into Trevor’s life even though it kind of felt like a personal betrayal to him at the same time. Those were things I should hear from Trevor himself, if or when he ever decided to tell me.
“Because the last time he got like this, it was his old man’s fault.”
“But I’m pretty sure he hasn’t even talked to his dad.”
“I know,” Luke said quietly. “What I’m saying is that he only lets certain people in his life close enough to affect him this way.” Luke’s penetrating gaze bore right through me, sending a chill down my spine. “Important people.” He wasn’t meaning his words to sound harsh, but it was obvious he felt he needed to get his point across.
And he had.
“I’ll take care of
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