Until Series(152)

I walk over to my purse where I had dropped it by the door when Trevor had carried me inside. I grab my phone, walk back into the bedroom, snap a few pictures of Jen, and grin when she thrashes around on the bed so hard, I think her wrists might snap. “There,” I say. “You’re always taking selfies when I see you and your posse in my store and at the bar. These will be a nice addition to your collection you no doubt have on Facebook. Don’t worry; I’ll tag ya.”

“Oh my God! Don’t you dare, Liz!” she hisses.

“Then if I were you, I would think twice about what you do after your dad comes to get you,” I taunt. That shuts her up.

When I walk back out of the bedroom, Trevor’s eyes come to mine. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers, pulling me into him. My arms go around his waist; we stay like that for a little while, just holding each other, then I look around, realizing that Lolly is missing.

“Where’s Lolly?” I ask, running down the hall, yelling for her. She’s not anywhere in the house. I run back to our room, throwing the door open, causing it to slam into the wall. “Where is my dog?” I yell, moving towards the bed, ready to kill this bitch. She must see how serious I am because she answers right away.

“Th…the shed out back.” It takes everything in me not to smack her in the face, or suffocate her with a pillow.

“I got her, baby,” Trevor yells from the living room. I run and skid to a halt, seeing Lolly stumbling around.

“What’s wrong with her?” I get down on my knees; when she sees me, she stumbles in my direction, and then flops down in front of me. Laying my ear against her chest, I listen to her heart and make sure that she is breathing okay.

“Bitch, I’m calling the fucking cops!” I hear Trevor yell, and then Jen apologizing over and over again.

I can’t believe she did this! She broke in, drugged our dog, and then put her in the shed so that her friend could tie her to our bed. Trevor comes back into the living room with the phone to his ear, his eyes on me. He looks like he could kill someone. “Dad, I need you to come to my house, and bring someone with you. Jen broke in, drugged Lolly, and is tied to my bed.” His hand goes to his hair. With his chest heaving every time he looks at me, he seems to get angrier. “Fuck no! She did this shit herself, thinking that I would want her fucking ass,” he roars into his phone, making Lolly jump. He pulls the phone away from his ear, shoving it in his back pocket. I stand and walk towards him, wrapping myself around him. I hate that he’s feeling like this.

“Are you okay?”

“Fuck no,” he says, holding me tighter.

“Well, this has got to be the most interesting day that I have ever had,” I say, right before the doorbell starts going off. “That’s probably her dad.” I unwind myself from Trevor, but he stops me from going to the door with a hand in the back of my shirt.

“I’ll get it. You stay with Lolly.”

“Sure.”

He bends, kissing my forehead, then heads to the front door, while I go back to Lolly, who is still laying down next to one of the chairs in the living room. “You’ll be okay, girl.” When Trevor walks back into the living room, Jen’s dad is close behind him; his face is bright red, and he looks ready for murder.

“Ms. Hayes, I am very sorry that this happened. Please accept my deepest apologies, and know that something like this will never happen again.”

“All due respect, John, I’m pressing charges against Jen for what she did. Not only did she break into my house, but she drugged my dog, then had someone tie her to my and my fiancée’s bed,” Trevor says, his fists clenched at his sides.

“I understand,” Jen’s dad says, before turning at the sound of someone walking into the house.

“John.”

“James.” The two men greet each other.

“Where is she? I would like to speak with her,” Jen’s dad says. It’s plain to see that he’s holding absolute fury in check.

“She’s down the hall, the last door on the right. She only has a blanket covering her, sir,” I tell him. He looks taken aback, and then shakes his head, walking down the hall to his daughter.

“You all right, son?” James asks, looking at Trevor, whose jaw is so tight that I’m surprised it doesn’t break.

“Yeah, but I still want to press charges.”

“Alright, why don’t you and I go outside and talk for a few minutes, and you can tell me what exactly happened.”

“Sure. Just give me a minute with Liz and I’ll meet you out there.”