Chapter 12
Trevor
She’s hiding something from me. She may think I’m stupid, but I know her well enough to notice when she’s keeping secrets.
She said she needed a break. Said she needed time to figure herself out.
She’s more delusional than I give her credit for if she really thinks I’ll let her walk away again.
We already had a break– when she decided to leave town in the middle of the night and change her name, thinking I wouldn’t chase after her.
She had about six months before I came after her.
I’ll admit, it took time to find her under her new name.
I had to hire a very expensive private investigator to do it for me.
She had plenty of time for a break. I thought she left because she wanted time alone.
She always complained I didn’t listen to her, that she felt like she no longer knew who she was.
I’m not sure what the fuck she meant by that, but I didn’t really care either.
I figured when I found her, she’d be lonely and ready to come back.
She always seemed willing to do anything to keep my attention, so I didn’t think this would be any different.
I didn’t expect to find her with a new man, but I was wrong.
That was a hit to my ego. If she left me just to jump into bed with someone else, then that meant she thought I was the problem.
I understand if she wanted time alone, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
No– she wanted to be away from me, and that just wouldn’t do.
I was tempted to drag her back kicking and screaming, but fate had other plans. The slut may have opened her legs for him but, from what I can tell from following her into Lucky’s a couple of months ago, she decided to run from him too. Seems she was making it a pattern, but that’s okay.
I wasn’t letting her get away again.
She could run and push me away all she wanted, but she belonged to me. I didn’t put up with all her bullshit for nothing. I dealt with her for years and did everything I could to mold her into a woman good enough to be at my side. She owed me at this point.
I admit there were probably better ways to handle her running from me.
Ramming into the taxi I watched her get into probably wasn’t my brightest moment.
It could’ve killed her, but my anger was in the driver seat at that moment.
I’m not proud of it, but I saw her running again and blacked out.
It’s like I wasn’t in control of my body anymore– anger was.
I was driving one moment and when I blinked everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, her taxi was already flipping in the air.
At the time, I probably wouldn’t have cared if she was dead.
My anger was a different beast. Angry me just wanted her back even if it was just to put her in the ground.
The taxi driver died the moment the car landed.
It sucks he was an unfortunate casualty, but it wasn’t my fault– It was hers.
She put him in danger the moment she got into his car.
She was in pretty bad shape when I pulled her from the car, but she was alive.
Not sure what was better for her at the moment but she no longer had the choice to decide for herself.
I did what any good boyfriend would do and I drove her to the hospital.
I dumped her body in front of the emergency room long enough to ditch the wrecked car.
Thankfully, I wasn’t dumb enough to stalk someone in my personal car so it was easier to ditch the car at a random place without it coming back to me.
After that, I came back to play my role of concerned boyfriend.
I gave them her real information. The fake name she picked was fucking stupid anyways.
Why would she pick “Maizyn”? It sounded like trailer park trash at best, and a stripper name at worst. I’ll never let her go by that name.
I guess the wreck was worse than I thought.
They said the fact she was drunk could’ve been the only reason she lived.
She was in a medically induced coma to help her heal.
The doctor mentioned something about a brain bleed and a bunch of broken bones, but I wasn’t really listening.
It’s not like it mattered to me at all. The doctor also mentioned due to the severe damage of the brain, there was a chance for memory loss.
Was it fucked up that I was hoping it happened? Probably, but you have to admit, it would make the whole thing about causing a bad car wreck just to force her to come back, easier to deal with.
If she woke up with memory loss, I could play it to my favor. I could tell her whatever I wanted to make sure she was mine again. Imagine how happy I was when I got my wish.
I waited for her to wake up. Sat at her bedside like the loving boyfriend I pretended to be.
I secured us both an apartment. I had a studio apartment for myself, but I made sure to get her a place with both of our names on the lease.
I might have forged her signature to get it, but I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she couldn’t push me away this time.
She was in a coma for a few months. I wasn’t complaining though. She’s a hell of a lot easier to control when she’s asleep in a hospital bed. I didn’t have a plan yet for what to do if she did wake up with her memory, but luck seemed to be on my side.
When she opened her eyes, she had no memory of ever leaving me in the first place.
It was perfect. I told her the bare minimum– she was in the hospital recovering from her leg surgery.
I hid all her medical files, and due to the amnesia, the doctors agreed it was best not to tell her about the wreck.
Something about the fact her brain could be protecting her from reliving the traumatic event and if I forced the information on her, she could go into a panic.
I didn’t plan on telling her anything in the first place so it helped that they agreed to cover up the medical files until I told them otherwise.
In her mind, we were still together. I was the boyfriend she was in love with.
Everything was going well and was back to normal.
She was back to the way she was before she left.
Well, she was the perfect girlfriend for a little bit, at least. She started insisting on space to recover.
I wasn’t going to give it to her though.
I wouldn’t push her but I wasn’t going to leave her alone either.
I didn’t do all of this just for her to leave me.
She could ask for a break and all the space she wanted but with my name on the lease as well, there was nothing she could really do about it.
I’ll go to the apartment whenever I feel like it.
I don’t care that she broke up with me. I agreed to it because it didn’t matter what she said, she’ll always belong to me.
She’s delusional if she thinks otherwise.
This will blow over and she’ll come to her senses. Her mind probably told her something was off. She couldn’t remember and I definitely wouldn’t be the one to tell her anything. I shut down her line of questioning every time she tried.
The entire time she was on the stupid crutches, I babied her.
I brought her food and anything she could’ve ever needed.
It was super annoying but I was nice enough to take care of her.
As soon as she got off the crutches, she insisted on getting a job.
I let her, not wanting her to feel trapped in the apartment with me.
I granted her a small amount of freedom, I wasn’t a complete asshole.
She was allowed to work if she wanted to.
Looking back now, I feel like letting her work was a mistake on my part.
She started acting differently towards me not long after she started.
She no longer asked about her missing memories.
I didn’t have all the answers anyway, I only knew she left and I was the reason she no longer remembered.
There was six months worth of time I couldn’t answer for.
She started shutting me out in any way she could.
She’d spend her days off gone all day. I wasn’t sure what she was doing and when she was home, she was always in her room on her computer.
It started to feel like she was avoiding me.
Every time I tried to make plans with her she was busy.
I tried not to let it bother me, but it became impossible.
I even caught her staring at another man at the grocery store a couple weeks ago.
It took a lot of self control not to ring her neck in the heat of the moment.
I couldn’t tell who she was looking at, but the fact it wasn’t me made my blood boil.
Don’t even get me started on the fact when I grabbed her thigh in my truck on the ride to the store, she flinched.
I knew it was involuntary but it pissed me off.
She tried to play it off and act like it didn’t happen thinking I wouldn’t notice, but I did.
She was going out more and I knew she wasn’t at work, because I checked.
I figured the best way to uncover what it was she was hiding would be to tell her I was going out of town.
I was fucking pissed when he showed up to pick her up for a date. How did he find her? Does she know who he is? I can’t believe she’s entertaining this man again. For her sake she should be glad nothing happened between them that night. They went to dinner and he dropped her back off. That was it.
Maybe without her having her memory, he doesn’t want her anymore. She’s pretty plain in comparison to what I think a man like him would go for anyways, and she was already mine, so she wasn’t up for grabs.
I didn’t give her much alone time after that.
I couldn’t let her think she could be with anyone else but me.
I spent the week at her apartment even though she made it pretty clear she didn’t want me around.
I keep asking her what she’s been doing lately, but she brushes it off and either says she’s working, at the bookstore, or hanging out with a friend.
The problem with that story was, I already knew she had no friends.
I gave her plenty of chances to tell me about him but she wouldn’t, she was being cagey and would change the topic any time I asked. I guess that was fair after the way I treated her when she asked about her memory loss. I decided I wanted to give her space to see if she’d go to him again.
The moment I told her I’m working a night shift, she jumped at the chance to go see him, making it easy.
I followed her to the bar and watched as she interacted with him.
She’s different around him, not acting like the Emily I’ve spent years building.
With him, she’s carefree and daring. I fucking hate it.
She convinces him to follow her out of the bar, assuming she was taking him back to the apartment, but I was wrong. They came to a stop next to the park before she dragged him towards the swing. What the fuck is she doing?
She pushes him down on the swing and kisses him.
I’m too far away to hear anything they’re saying, but that doesn’t really matter.
When she jumps up to straddle him in the swing is when I almost lose it.
I want to walk up and rip her off his lap, but I need to see how far she goes.
She starts moving in his lap and I look away.
If I watch it, I know I’ll lose control of my anger and snap.
Is she really about to fuck him out in the open where anyone can see?
She’s MINE but she’s running around acting like a free bird.
I stay rooted in my spot until I hear the unmistakable sound of her coming.
If I don’t leave now I’ll kill her out of pure anger, and I didn’t feel like dealing with the consequences of that.
I needed time away to form a plan, but I have to do it without causing suspicion.
I’ll keep her whether she likes it or not.
She didn’t get to leave me after all the shit she’d put me through.