Damn it. DAMN IT! This girl has got me all twisted up. My brain is a mess. I can’t concentrate for shit because all I do is think about her. When I got her 911 message I lost it. I’m sure I broke all the speed laws but I didn’t care. She needed me. Squealing tires into the parking lot of the ice cream place, I raced inside to see that bastard Tristan trying to feel her up. He had her trapped and she was shaking with fear. Beating his ass felt damn good but not as good as having her cling to me. All I wanted to do was kill that douchebag and hold her for the rest of my life. I was pretty sure heaven was in my arms and I didn’t want to let go.
I took her to Vito’s for pizza, just like I promised. She was still trembling but not as bad as before. She kept looking around as if she expected Tristan to jump out of nowhere and grab her again. Now I really wanted to kill that motherfucker. When we sat, she scooted as close to me as her chair would let her. It was like she felt safe with me and she was. I looped my arm around her and drew close, kissing the top of her head. She finally sighed and relaxed.
We ate quietly. She needed the silence I think to wrap her head around what had almost happened. She just needed me to be there and I was going to give her whatever she needed without question. I studied her as she ate, rubbing her back just to let her know I was there. She was oblivious to everything but my touch. As she finished, she laid her head on my chest taking a deep breath.
“I owe you so much, Brock,” she said quietly. I gathered her in my arms, resting my chin on the top of her head.
“Oh sweetheart you don’t owe me anything. I’m just glad I could be there for you.” And I meant it. I was so glad she felt she could call me when she was in trouble. “I’ve texted the guys and the twins will take your car to your house for you. Thyra, Miranda and Dani are waiting for you and will stay with you so you aren’t alone.” I wish I could be the one to stay but I don’t think her mom would let me, even if she did like me. She didn’t like me that much.
“What am I gonna tell my Mama?” her voice trembled. “She’s gonna be so mad! She’ll load her shotgun and go hunting!”
“Honey you tell her the truth. I can’t really blame her for going after the boy who hurt my daughter. He’s lucky all I broke was his nose. I wanted to kill him for what he was trying to do to you. Don’t get me wrong, he stopped but the fact he thought he had the right to touch you like that just pisses me off.” Addie was pretty great. She made me wish she was my mom. The love she dished out on Amber made me green with jealousy, a feeling I haven’t felt in so long. I wanted a mother like that instead of the cold hearted distant woman I was stuck with.
“Oh you ain’t seen my Mama mad yet, Brock. She’s Armageddon in heels when she’s good and riled. Will you go with me? She might not show her fangs with you there. I can’t handle her going off right now. Maybe later but not now.” I chuckled and kissed her forehead.
“Of course I’ll be there, baby girl. I’m taking you home. I’ll stay as long as you need me.” I would stay forever if she asked me. I’m in love with her.
I watch Amber struggle to come to terms with what happened with Tristan. I can see the dark circles under her eyes so I know she isn’t sleeping. I get nightly phone calls from her, her voice shivering in fear as she drags herself from the throes of her nightmares. They have gotten so bad, Addie has given me a key to the front door. Addie herself has had to call me to come over and soothe Amber back to sleep. The spare room is made up for me and once I get my girl settled, I move in there. Some nights I just camp out on the floor next to her side of the bed.
I felt so helpless. I didn’t know how to stop the nightmares. She was so tenderhearted and always saw the best in people. I think it was more fear of what could have been than what actually happened. I wanted to take them away so bad. Sitting on the edge of my bed in the spare room, I held my head in my hands. It was a particularly rough night for my angel and it was breaking my heart.
“Brock honey, go lay down with her.” I hear Addie’s soft Southern lilt from the door. She was standing in the frame in her fuzzy pink bathrobe that looked like it had seen better days, a gentle smile on her lips. “My baby needs you, sweetie.” I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The hot tears of frustration streamed down my face as I broke down. Addie cooed in French and rushed to my side. Her motherly arms wrapped around me as she held and rocked me. “Oh baby boy it’s about time you let it out.” She rubbed my back and continued to rock me.
“How do I help her, Addie?” I whispered, my voice broken. “How do I take this away? I can’t stand to see her in so much pain.”
“You just keep doing what you’re doing, Brock. You are helping her more than you know.” She sighed and hugged me tight. “I am so thankful she has a friend like you. I don’t know of any boy your age who would set everything on hold to help a girl like you have my Amber. You are something special, mon chou. Don’t you dare let anyone tell you any different. Now,” she said, taking my hand and pulling me up from my bed. “Go on. Go lay down and wrap those big strong arms around my girl. You both need sleep and she sleeps better with you next to her. She feels safe with you.”