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him,” I promised softly, giving him a firm nod. I needed Luke to know that his friend was safe with me. I’d hurt him once, and in doing so, disappointed myself. I’d strive to never do that ever again.
Luke gave me a chin lift, understanding shining in his eyes. After exchanging hugs with both of them, I walked them out and locked up after them. When I returned to the living room to check on Trevor, he’d managed to kick the blanket off and had one leg thrown off the couch. Thinking he’d get uncomfortable in that position, I leaned down to lift his leg back up and lay the blanket back over his body so he didn’t get cold.
“Mmm,” he grumbled, muttering something unintelligible in his drunken sleep. Before I could stand up straight, he grabbed hold of me and pulled me down on top of him, trapping me in the strength of his arms.
“Trevor,” I whispered as I tried to push off his chest. He was just too strong. “Trevor, honey, you need to get some sleep,” I coaxed, finally breaking his hold from around me.
He mumbled some more as he twisted around on the couch until he was lying on his stomach.
“Not good enough for anybody,” he muttered quietly, still mostly asleep and completely drunk. But his words were like a knife to my heart. He didn’t think he was good enough. If what Luke said was true, Trevor’s father probably fed him that shit all his life. And tonight, I’d reaffirmed that belief.
I spent the rest of the night lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, berating myself for being such a heartless bitch. Sleep didn’t come until just before dawn. And by the time I’d started dozing, I’d resolved myself to make things right between Trevor and me. He deserved that. He deserved to know that he was good enough. Hell, he was more than good enough. He was more than most people deserved. And after last night, that list included me.
I woke the next morning with an oof when something heavy landed on my chest, nearly knocking the wind out of me.
“Dear Lord, Mr. Bojangles,” I groaned, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
He meowed lazily and stared at me, waiting for me to get my ass up and get him some breakfast.
“Trevor was right, you are fat,” I grumbled.
I swear, if the cat could have talked he would’ve told me to go fuck myself.
“It wouldn’t kill you to skip a meal or two, ya know?”
That earned me a look which screamed “I’m gonna cut a bitch if I don’t get my Fancy Feast ASAP.”
“Ugh, whatever.” Throwing Fatty off my chest, I climbed from the bed and started for the door to feed him before I ended up being clawed to shit. Mr. Bojangles was sweet and cuddly…until he got hungry. Then he was an asshole. I’d just reached the landing at the stairs when the events from the night before came back to me. How would Trevor act this morning? Would he forgive me? Would forgiveness require an immense amount of groveling? I was totally prepared to take whatever punishment he decided to dish out; it was the least I could do, after all. I was beyond nervous as I white-knuckled the banister and made my way down. But when I rounded the corner and walked into the living room, I saw that the couch was empty. The blanket had been refolded and placed over the back, and his boots weren’t on the floor where I’d left them after taking them off him last night.
My stomach did a little dip at the thought of not starting my morning out with our typical back-and-forth banter. Truth be told, I missed him. And it hadn’t even been twelve hours since I last saw him. I went about my morning routine, feeding Mr. Bojangles before I started getting ready for work. I found myself taking extra time doing my hair and makeup, wanting to look good when I got home that evening on the off-chance Trevor would be there.
By the time I was out the door and heading to the salon, I’d finally had enough. I needed to talk to him. If anything, he was my best friend and I couldn’t leave things between us
Luke gave me a chin lift, understanding shining in his eyes. After exchanging hugs with both of them, I walked them out and locked up after them. When I returned to the living room to check on Trevor, he’d managed to kick the blanket off and had one leg thrown off the couch. Thinking he’d get uncomfortable in that position, I leaned down to lift his leg back up and lay the blanket back over his body so he didn’t get cold.
“Mmm,” he grumbled, muttering something unintelligible in his drunken sleep. Before I could stand up straight, he grabbed hold of me and pulled me down on top of him, trapping me in the strength of his arms.
“Trevor,” I whispered as I tried to push off his chest. He was just too strong. “Trevor, honey, you need to get some sleep,” I coaxed, finally breaking his hold from around me.
He mumbled some more as he twisted around on the couch until he was lying on his stomach.
“Not good enough for anybody,” he muttered quietly, still mostly asleep and completely drunk. But his words were like a knife to my heart. He didn’t think he was good enough. If what Luke said was true, Trevor’s father probably fed him that shit all his life. And tonight, I’d reaffirmed that belief.
I spent the rest of the night lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, berating myself for being such a heartless bitch. Sleep didn’t come until just before dawn. And by the time I’d started dozing, I’d resolved myself to make things right between Trevor and me. He deserved that. He deserved to know that he was good enough. Hell, he was more than good enough. He was more than most people deserved. And after last night, that list included me.
I woke the next morning with an oof when something heavy landed on my chest, nearly knocking the wind out of me.
“Dear Lord, Mr. Bojangles,” I groaned, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
He meowed lazily and stared at me, waiting for me to get my ass up and get him some breakfast.
“Trevor was right, you are fat,” I grumbled.
I swear, if the cat could have talked he would’ve told me to go fuck myself.
“It wouldn’t kill you to skip a meal or two, ya know?”
That earned me a look which screamed “I’m gonna cut a bitch if I don’t get my Fancy Feast ASAP.”
“Ugh, whatever.” Throwing Fatty off my chest, I climbed from the bed and started for the door to feed him before I ended up being clawed to shit. Mr. Bojangles was sweet and cuddly…until he got hungry. Then he was an asshole. I’d just reached the landing at the stairs when the events from the night before came back to me. How would Trevor act this morning? Would he forgive me? Would forgiveness require an immense amount of groveling? I was totally prepared to take whatever punishment he decided to dish out; it was the least I could do, after all. I was beyond nervous as I white-knuckled the banister and made my way down. But when I rounded the corner and walked into the living room, I saw that the couch was empty. The blanket had been refolded and placed over the back, and his boots weren’t on the floor where I’d left them after taking them off him last night.
My stomach did a little dip at the thought of not starting my morning out with our typical back-and-forth banter. Truth be told, I missed him. And it hadn’t even been twelve hours since I last saw him. I went about my morning routine, feeding Mr. Bojangles before I started getting ready for work. I found myself taking extra time doing my hair and makeup, wanting to look good when I got home that evening on the off-chance Trevor would be there.
By the time I was out the door and heading to the salon, I’d finally had enough. I needed to talk to him. If anything, he was my best friend and I couldn’t leave things between us
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