Heaven Sent (8 page)

I'm coming home with you because my

ass will be grass when she finds out I

have you on this flight.”

“Are you going to tell
me
what the

hell is going on?” Holden leans over me

to ask Talon.

“Just know that we need to install

security at the house. The girls will be

s ta yi ng there while we are gone.

Holden, you will need to stay with them

until all of this blows over.”

“Who is with them now?” Holden

beats me to ask the most important

question.

“Probably cowboy.” The thoughts

going through my mind when he says

cowboy begin to piss me off even more

than I am already.

“Little brother. I'm getting really

fucking pissed about this and I need you

to tell me right now. Quit being a pussy

whipped mother fucker and tell me!”

My voice rises above everyone else on

the airplane. “I need answers.” I say

through gritted teeth. He knows my limit

has been reached.

“Dylan tried to rape Ivy last night.

He was inside her bedroom when she

woke up. He forced himself on her until

cowboy came to the rescue.”

My skin began to crawl at his first

word. My gut is clinching at the fourth.

Everything goes downhill from there.

My entire body starts to shake in anger.

I grab the seat in front of me and try my

hardest not to stand up and kill anyone

who tries to stop me from screaming at

the top of my lungs.

“You have to calm down. She

needs you calm. She needs you to reign

in your barbarics and be there for her.”

Holden puts his hand on my shoulder and

squeezes. This is what he has always

done to straighten me up since we were

kids. I shrug his grip off.

“Taron, chill. You made me tell

you. Now you know why we have to go

home. We need to make sure the girls

are safe.”

Ivy

I figure out two things tonight.

Macy really likes wine and I'm tired as

hell.

I slip away to his bedroom and

start to snoop around. There isn't much

left in here. I grab a t-shirt from the foot

of his bed and pull it over my head. His

scent comforts me and this helps with my

constant ache to be near him. I drop my

shorts to the ground, and pull back his

comforter. I slip between the sheets and

melt into the softness of his bed. His

pillows are fluffy and the perfect kind to

cuddle. I flip one long ways in front of

me and prop another under my head. I

close my eyes and let his scent linger

while I inhale and exhale.

I feel him slide in behind me. A

smile forms on my lips when I feel him

press into my backside. He is happy to

see me.

He grabs my wrist from behind

and quickly yanks it to the middle of my

back. His other hand reaches around my

head and covers my mouth. He leans in

close to my ear.

“Did you think I would leave you

that easily?” His tongue leaves my ear

wet and my stomach twists at the sound

of his voice.

I start to squirm and try to scream.

He tightens his grip when I begin to

f i g h t . My heart begins to race

uncontrollably. Hysterics over take me

and I bite down as hard as my teeth will

grip. I use my legs and try to kick him. I

can’t get my scream to release from my

lips.

I continue to struggle and thrash

until a roar finally escapes me.

“Ivy, baby, I’m here. Come on.

Wake up! I won’t let anything happen to

you.” The sound of Taron’s voice pulls

me out of my personal hell almost

immediately. His arms envelop me from

behind and he holds me tight. The tears

and sobs begin to pour out of me and I

can’t get control of the speed that my

heart is pounding. I didn’t want him to

see me like this, but instantly feel relief

in his arms. The arms that I wish had

never left me that terrible night.

The harder I cry, the tighter he

squeezes and I feel wetness from his

face brush across mine.

Why is he here? He is supposed

to be in concert tonight.

“I’m so fucking sorry I left you that

night. I’m here now.” I can hear the

lump in his throat constricting the sound

of his voice.

I pull his arms up so I can wrap

mine around his. We both lie there

silently in voice, but actions speaking

loudly. I know this can’t be forever, but

I wish I could use this moment to slip

back into in the future.

I

finally

let

myself

relax

completely and close my eyes to inhale

and exhale his scent again. The only

difference is that this time he is here

wrapped all around me.

I feel him all over. This is what

I’ve been dying to feel. Craving with

every ounce of my soul. I draw strength

from his hold on me and eventually the

tears quit falling.

This is getting dangerous. I can’t

need someone like I feel I need him. I

won’t be that vulnerable. I can’t fall in

love with a guy who is incapable of

loving me back. I make a deal with

myself to end whatever this relationship

is in the morning. Right after I cherish

his hold on me through the night.

I will tell him we can just be

friends. He should be thankful for that

anyway. No strings. That’s what he

needs to go on tour. I can’t be the reason

he doesn’t succeed. I won’t hold him

back, just like I won’t let my heart be

vulnerable to him.

~Seven~

Taron

What the hell have I done? How

did I miss this? She is completely

broken. My tough as hell, feisty girl, is

broken and I helped break her.

I hold her through the night. I can

feel the tension as her body struggles to

calm down from my touch. She finally

relaxes and drifts asleep a couple of

hours after I slide in the bed with her.

There is nothing in the world that

could pull me from this bed in this

moment. I hold the woman that is slowly

breaking her way into my heart. A place

I don’t let anyone into. I don’t want to

leave her again.

I hear someone in the hallway, but

don’t move. I don’t want to ruin this. I

haven’t slept at all as I plot my revenge

on the asshole who did this to her. I

could go to jail for murder very easily. I

have never felt a hatred for anyone like I

do right now. I have no respect for him

or anyone who would force himself on a

woman. That fucker will rot in hell.

She begins to stir and I watch as

she realizes where she is. She starts to

pull away from me and I ease her back

into my arms.

“Taron, I can’t.” She starts to tug

at my arm to get me to release her. I

don’t let go and I know she’s getting

ready to pull away from me. That’s

something I’ve learned over the past few

months. She doesn’t let people in.

There are very few people that have

been there for her.

“Please,” she begs.

I release my hold knowing this

ride is just fucking getting started.

“Why can’t you let me hold you?”

She sits up and refuses to look at me.

“You held me all night.”

“Why does it have to end? She

turns to face me and this is when I see

how empty her face looks.

“Because you need to go.” I laugh

at her.

“Babe, I hate to tell you this, but

you are in my bed.”

“I know. I’m, sorry. I won’t let it

happen again.”

“Ivy, you are always welcome in

my bed, especially if I’m in it.”

I watch her expressionless face as

I try to get a rise out of her. She pulls

her pants on and begins to slip on her

shoes. She is getting ready to bolt.

“Where are you going?”

“Aiden is taking me to my

apartment to get my things.”

“I’ll take you.”

“No, Taron, you need to go back

on tour.”

“My

flight

back

isn’t

until

tomorrow.” I watch her conflicted

expressions. She is internally analyzing

what her next move should be.

“We can’t do this, Taron.”

“What? I can’t help you move

your shit?”

“You know what I’m talking

about.”

“No, Ivy, I don’t.”

“We can’t be more than friends. It

will never work.”

“That ship has sailed.” I’m not

letting her off this easy. She is going to

p u s h me away because things are

complicated right off the bat. We will

have issues, but who doesn’t?

“Taron, please. I don’t have the

energy to fight you today.”

“Then don’t.”

Ivy

I don’t have the strength to fight

him. I need to keep my distance from

him. When I’m in the same room with

him, he owns me.

I tread lightly as I walk through the

house. I hope Aiden is either gone or

s ti l l sleeping. Taron may be pissed

since he was sleeping over here.

“If you’re looking for cowboy, I

sent him home last night.”

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing. I just told him I was

here and that I would take care of you. I

just said it quickly when I walked in and

headed straight to find you.” I hope he

wasn’t an ass to Aiden. After everything

that he has done for me, I won’t tolerate

Taron attacking him anymore.

We go to my apartment with Eaven

and Talon. Just being back here is

making me feel the full emotions of it

all. My mind can’t take all of this right

now. I stay close to the door and attempt

to get some of our kitchen stuff packed

up.

The guys insist on carrying

everything out. Eaven packs up my room

for me and it isn’t until she screams out

that I even consider going into my room.

The guys are downstairs and I rush to my

room even though I’m scared to death

right now. I could never leave Eaven

when she is obviously in trouble.

“Oh. My. God.” Her scream is

hysterical.

I run in and find her backing away

from my closet. Her eyes are fixated

inside of it. I let my eyes focus on what

she is seeing and I see a large square of

sheet rock cut out of the wall. It’s

propped up to appear as if it’s never

been separated from the wall. My heart

begins to race as I finally realize exactly

how Dylan got in. How many times did

he come in here?

Eaven yanks my hand as she runs

by. Her pull is the only reason I begin to

move. The shock of seeing how sick he

is froze me in the very spot I saw into the

closet.

We barely make it out of the

bedroom door when we slam into two

solid walls of muscle.

“Call the police. He is crazy.”

Eaven is still screaming when both guys

position themselves in front of us.

“Where is that mother fucker?”

Taron moves away from me and barrels

into the room. Eaven and I are in each

other’s arms and both back away until

we reach the front door. I’m struggling

to breathe again. Memories begin to

replay in my head and nightmares of him

in my room haunt my thoughts.

I listen as Eaven explains what we

found to the police. She seems to calm

down as she gives the information for

them to come to investigate. Her words

become just a sound in the room as I

begin to close myself off.

Anxiety begins to over take me. I

can’t shake this feeling that something

really bad is going to happen again. I

watch for the guys to return, but they

aren’t coming back quick enough for me.

I need them to get back here so I can

calm myself down. I just want to hold

on to something stable and strong until

the panic passes. I can hear them talking

about pictures and videos and my

stomach begins to twist in pain again.