Tangled Love

CHAPTER 66

The smell of alcohol hits me and I feel bile rise to the back of my throat. I swallow, blinking and meet his eyes that are cold and hold a glimmer of evil.

I'm back at home, cowering in the corner as Trevor landed blow after blow. My eyes fill with tears, each one bigger and heavier than the next causing the lights of the fair ground to blur in my vision.

"What do you want?" I whisper quietly, feeling my heart thump wildly against my chest. Everyone else faded, the music disappears and all I can see is Trevor in front of me.

He tilts his head slightly, examining me and I sway a little, feeling dizzy and unbalanced. The only thing supporting me is the bench. He takes a step towards me and I whimper, causing Trevor to smirk horribly. He knew he still has control and power over me and he loves it. The past few weeks of progress suddenly vanish within seconds and I feel like a scared powerless little girl once again.

This was it . . . he was my trigger to everything I've been working towards. I lose all my confidence, I'm back to being petrified and feeling like I'm not worthy. I close my eyes, the tight hold on my lungs causing it hard to breathe.

"Where have you been staying?" he hisses angrily, standing over me. I push myself as far back as I can go, feeling the bench dig into my back. His hand shoot out and grab my arm, twisting it painfully. I yelp but Trevor is oblivious to this, still waiting for an answer.

"Get off me. You can't do this anymore!" I plead, my eyes wide. He responds by tightening his grip, nails digging painfully into my skin. I shut my eyes and clench my jaw, hissing from the pain.

"I can do what I want! I'll find out where are you and I'll kill you," he hisses in my ear. My entire body is shaking in fright and I can feel my throat tightening as I struggle to breathe. His drunken scent invades mine and I gag, turning my face away from his.

"Get — your — hands — off — her."

I spin round and we were back in the fairground, the music blaring through my ears. My vision is blurred from the tears in my eyes and my hands are shaking vigorously in my lap.

Jake stands in front of me and Trevor, holding a burger box and two drinks. His eyes are cold, emotionless and his jaw is clenched tightly as he stares at Trevor's grip around my arm. I try to free myself from his tight hold, failing miserably.

"Who the hell are you?" Trevor spits in Jake's direction, refusing to release his grip on me.

"I said . . . get your hands off her."

Jake's tone is full of danger. Trevor chuckles in amusement, turning back towards me. His face drifts closer to mine and I turn away, shutting my eyes tightly. I feel his dirty breath hit my cheek —

"Found yourself a little boyfriend, have you?" He hisses and I gag again, feeling the bile rise threateningly to the back of my throat. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"How much are you paying her?" He jokes around, chuckling at his own sick joke. He finally drops my arm and I clutch it tightly against my chest, letting my tears fall silently.

I watch in horror as Trevor walks over to Jake, puffing his chest out intimidatingly. Jake remains rooted to the spot, his eyebrow raised at Trevor's actions as he watches him. His head is slightly tilted and a small smirk plays on his lips.

"Don't hurt him," I yell towards Trevor, feeling completely helpless. Trevor chuckles louder this time, stopping until he's an inch away from Jake. My eyes widen as I realised Jake is taller than Trevor and his shoulders are broader. Jake briefly glances at me, his eyes flashing with concern.

"Are you alright?" He asks me quietly, his eyes flickering down to my arm. I nod silently.

"Leave him alone Trevor!" I whisper, glancing around for some help. I'll never forgive myself if Jake ended up hurt. Amusement flashes through Jake's eyes at my words and he releases small laugh, his lips curling up into a smile. He drops his head and shakes it, dark strands of hair falling over into his eyes.

I frown, wondering why Jake isn't phased or fears Trevor who is stood right in front of him, chests inches apart.

"So Trevor, I finally get to meet you." Jake says calmly, glaring down at Trevor. "I've heard lots about you."

"Get the hell out of here," Trevor responds, scoffing at him. Jake doesn't flinch and calmly places the food onto the bench beside him before turning back towards Trevor. The crowd around us are now silent, watching whilst keeping a fair distance away from the two of them. I watch, wide eyed as Jake leans closer to Trevor before whispering, loud enough for me to hear —

"I promised myself that if I ever met the man who laid a finger on Emily, I'd break every single bone in his worthless cowardly body."

Trevor takes a step back, stumbling from his drunken state and I see a hint of amusement flash through Jake's eyes. It suddenly hits me —

Trevor is scared of Jake.