Page 54 of Beyond Repair: Part Two
Chapter 32
Nina
Iwon't panic. Iwon't. Being the girlfriend who can't be alone without their partners is not on my list of things I want to be.
I'm incredibly aware that my circumstances are not normal, nor am I. The four of them have been my rocks, my loves, and my protectors since we were reunited. I need them now more than ever, especially since they've proved they'll stay by my side no matter what.
In a perfect world, I would be trying to rein in my anxiety and fear about tomorrow. They're signing off on the sale of their house.
My feelings are incredibly conflicted on the matter. I feel like they should keep it just in case something happens to me. When I brought that up a few months ago, Trevor really starting pushing the sales, so my worries had the opposite effect.
Honestly, though, them leaving for an hour and a half tomorrow afternoon should not be as big of a deal as my nervous system seems to think. Ridge, being the thoughtful man he is, drew me one of his wonderful baths again, so that helps. Except,the urge to rush so I can hang out with them is hard to tamp down.
Life hasn't been kind to me, so obviously I wish to latch onto the good parts as hard as I can for as long as I can.
There's this debilitating fear that my time is running out. Mr. M is out there, biding his time until the dust settles. Unfortunately for me, the air is clearing, and the dirt is fading.
Just yesterday my mom called me to tell me the officers on my case were debating lifting my lockdown to possibly lure the devil out from the hell he's no doubt planning for me.
Shouldn't I feel strong and lucky to be the only one to have escaped? On many levels I do, but it's hard to feel that way when I'm being hunted and threatened every minute of every day.
I may not know if it's Mr. M behind the things that have spooked me, and even if it wasn't, he's still a threat to my life. And a constant threat to my sanity.
Thus—Bubble bath.
THUD.
"Son of a bitch, Kai!"
"Fuck off,Ridge!"
For the love of all things good and holy, the cursing is really messing with my relaxation time.
"Language!" Trevor hisses loud enough to make me cringe. I grin at his attempt to diffuse whatever the heck is going on outside my bathroom door.
Their volume immediately drops, but I'd bet the profanity they're spewing at each other is awful like usual. I was broughtup by my mom, who never swore. There was one time when the F-word came out of her mouth when she and Dad were talking about a woman he worked with.
I was seven, so hearing my mom all kinds of distraught about how his female coworker was behaving made me feel uncomfortable. When my dad tried to dismiss her, she snapped, and that may have been one of the most shocking things in my life.
As far as I know, since I didn't quite understand what was going on, the woman Mom was worried about never came around again. Part of me wonders what happened, but a larger part doesn't really want to know.
Dad respected my mom enough and knew her on a level so deep that his trust never wavered. While Mom didn't like that woman for whatever reason, I never noticed much of a change in their loving dynamic. She trusted him as well, even when outside forces were attempting to wiggle their way into their marriage.
Instincts are odd things, but if someone loves you enough andknowsyou, then those gut feelings, random urges to hold someone tighter for the night, or wait an extra thirty seconds before pulling out of the driveway...Those need to be respected.
And because I'm feeling one of those right now, I climb out of the tub to go see my guys. Not only because the grunting and thumping sounds haven't stopped, but because I need them.
I'm scared and so freaking worried. I wasn't able to eat much of my dinner, much to Trevor's dismay.
My pruney toes grip the fluffy rug as I step out, and my chilled fingers hold my big towel to my chest. Adele sings softly in the background, but I vaguely register that it's a song I heard at the beginning of my bath.How long have I been in here?
With chattering teeth, I pad out of the bathroom quietly, only to suck in the loudest breath possible when I see what they'vedone with my room. "Oh my God..." I breathe, at a loss for words.
Ridge opens his mouth while dancing on his toes, but Trevor elbows him into silence. The cousins glare at each other while I soak in the most amazing freaking bed I have ever seen.
Where my bed used to be is another one double its sizeat least!Because my room isn't overly large, its height fits perfectly with my window nook. Blankets connect the bench seat to the humongous mattress.
I'm still speechless.
