I cried all the way home.
Chapter Eleven
We Win
Present day…
“Sylvie?”
I stood completely still, the roaring in my ears deafening, my eyes opened but blinded, every nerve in my body vibrating like I was receiving way too many volts but my lips moved.
“Stop talking.”
“Baby.” I felt two big hands settle gently on either side of my head.
“They didn’t do that to you,” I whispered.
“Sylvie –”
“Take it back.”
“Ba –”
My hands shot straight down in fists, my head jerked back so far pain pulled at my neck and the words carved jagged through my throat as I shrieked, “They did not do that to you!”
His arms folded around my head as he yanked me to his body.
“We’re done for tonight,” he muttered into the top of my hair.
Oh God.
That wasn’t it.
Oh God.
There was more.
My legs gave out under me but Creed caught me, lifting me up in his arms. I shoved my face in his neck as we moved through my house. Then we were in bed, Creed gathering me close, tucking me tight, curling over me so he was mostly on me. He was the only thing there was, the only thing I could see, the only thing I could feel.
“They didn’t do that to you,” I whispered into his throat but it was a ragged plea.
“Quiet, Sylvie.”
My body bucked violently as the sob tore through me.
Creed’s hold tightened.
My fingers fisted in his shirt.
“They didn’t do that to you. They didn’t do that to you. They didn’t do that to you. They didn’t do that to you. They didn’t do that to you. They didn’t do that to you.”
“Sh, baby.”
I shushed.
He held me.
My tears quieted.