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This time, itβs her whose emerald eyes roll in frustration at my rudeness. Itβs been a few days, yet sheβs here, ignoring my stupidity and brass personality. βYouβre insufferable,β Trinity groans as she helps me to my feet. Even though the painkillers have been working their magic, there are times I refuse to take them, just to feel something other than anger.
The doctor told Dad to give me at least two fucking weeks. Thatβs too long in my book. I need to get out there and find Lex. I need to go out there and kill the bastard, or Iβll go crazy.
Trinity helps me to the bathroom before walking to the door. And I canβt help but tease her. βThought youβd want to stay and help me.β I grab my junk, causing her cheeks to flush bright red. Sheβs been staying in our spare room some nights, and it takes everything in me not to go in there and claim her mouth once more, to feel her body on top of mine, or underneath mine, even if I have to die doing it.
βStop being so damn deplorable and finish up,β she sasses, shutting the door behind her, leaving me chuckling at her nervousness around me. I know she likes me, sheβs told me so, and I know Iβm not good for her, but I canβt seem to shake her.
Itβs only a couple of months before she heads off to college, and Iβll be here because I have to be. Itβs time we sit down and talk. We need to make decisions. Her mother hates me, which is understandable. Iβd hate me too.
Once I finish washing my hands, I pull open the door and find Trinity standing in the hallway, her arms folded across her chest, making her tits greet me before her eyes do. What can I say? Iβm a man lost to a beauty whoβs all innocence and sweetness.
She arches a dark brow at me. βDone?β
βYeah.β I reach for her. Feeling her hand sliding into mine is calming. The storm that rages inside me stills while sheβs close. When Iβm in bed again, I tug her to me, wrapping my arm around her. βYou should talk to your mother,β I suggest. I know itβs been bothering her. βI know what itβs like to lose a parent, and since your dad is gone, you shouldnβt lose your mother as well.β
βSheβs not understanding me though. Iβve tried talking to her, but she doesnβt get me.β Trinityβs voice cracks. Pain is so clear in her words, which only seems to make my chest tighten. Iβve never felt so protective over someone before. Yes, my sister was my world, but this is different. Itβs affection and emotion all wrapped up in one. I need to claim her and make her mine and keep her safe.
βI know, but you have to understand, youβre her baby. And donβt tell me youβre not because moms always see us as their little ones.β
Trinity glances up, her watery gaze finding mine. βSince when did you become so wise?β Her teasing makes me chuckle. βMaybe Iβll go talk to her.β
βAnd then youβll have to come back here and feed me,β I tease, pulling her in for a soft kiss before releasing her. βIβve spent these past few months living with guilt. Iβm convinced Iβll forever be unforgiven for what I did.β
βBut your father loves you. And you werenβt the one who pulled the trigger,β Trinity insists, to which I can only nod. I may not have held the weapon, but thatβs not how my mind sees it.
βI know, little spy.β
βWill you tell me about your mom and sister?β she asks, curiosity lacing her words. I want to say no at first because talking about them makes them not being here real. But the way Trinity is looking at me has me relenting.
βSure. Come.β She slides into the crook of my arm, and I start. βMy sister was beautiful. She had these unique golden-hazel eyes like my mom. She was sixteen.β The lump in my throat threatens to choke me. βShe told me she wanted to be a dancer when she was older. Ballet was her life, and she spent hours practicing. Mom would drive us out to the school, where I would head to the gym next door while my sister would dance. An hour every single day.β
βIβm sorry, Devlin,β Trinity responds in a hushed, croaky whisper. Her arm wrapping around my middle, and her tears seeping into the soft material of my T-shirt. I donβt speak because I canβt find the words to tell her just how much her being here means to me.
Iβm growing soft with Trinity beside me. βMy mother was a teacher,β I continue when I find my strength again. βShe loved children, and Iβm sure if she could have had more after us, she wouldβve, but it wasnβt meant to be. Our family was complete. There was always love in our home. Even the guys used to tell me that they would hang out at our house just because Mom used to cook to feed the whole goddamned army.β
Trinity laughs. I can feel her body shake, and I canβt stop the rumble in my chest either. Talking about them is helping, I havenβt done this since . . . My dad never wanted to mention the past, so I didnβt. And I never realized just how calming it is to remember the good times.
Which brings me back to here and now, to Trinity and her mom. βGo see your mom. Iβll be okay,β I tell her, trying to steer the conversation to the present. She needs to talk to her, to make things better, because if something were to happen, she would regret it forever.
Life is short, fragile, and if you miss a day to tell those close to you how you feel, you may not get a second chance. Trinity sighs, but she pushes to her
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