To Breathe Again

Chapter 19 - Vows of Protection

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Samuel's POV

I watched Trent walk through the door with a fucking stupid grin on his face. He started to walk past me and Grant, who were sitting in the living room watching TV to pass the time until Trent returned. "Oh the fuck yer gonna go on past us and not say a fuckin' word." Grant called out and Trent stopped in his tracks. "Get yer ass over here and give us the fuckin' details." Grant smiled as Trent walked into the room and sat down in one of the recliners.

"Spill it." I said watching Trent close his eyes, keeping that idiotic smile on his face. If he doesn't start talking soon, I'm going to beat the hell out of him and I'm pretty sure Grant will help.

"Fuck me, she's peeeeerfect." He breathed out. We both leaned forward in anticipation of how their meeting went. "I kissed her guys." Our eyebrows shot up and Grant had a look of worry on his face. He held up his hands quickly. "It went well, guys. It didn't scare her off.  She enjoyed it, at least she seemed like she did, and, fuck me, she can kiss. Daaaaamn, she tastes like Heaven as well." He blew out air as he spoke reliving the moment blissfully.  We both groaned at this and I saw Grant have to adjust himself in his jeans.

"Aight, how tha fuck did it go from you havin' a meetin' with 'er to suckin' her face?" Grant said impatiently waiting for Trent to give us all the details.

"We did talk business for a while but then I got her to open up about her past." Oh, this I really wanted to hear. "Guys she has gone through more shit than the three of us combined and that's not an exaggeration. She's been through hell," he stopped and shook his head, "... nah, I would say hell fell on top of her and crushed her down to her knees, but fuck, she still smiles. How the fuck does she still have that smile?" He shook his head.

"What the fuck has she gone through and who do we need to fuck up 'cause of it?" Grant says seething.

Trent shook his head. "Grant, bud, we gotta be careful here man. First, she only told me so ya'll can't let on that you are aware of any of the shit I'm about to tell you. Second, ya'll have see how independent she is. If we go in like knights in shining armor, she's gonna bristle up and get pissed."

"Fuck. Yeah, I know. I love that 'bout 'er but it don't help the fact that I want to fuckin' rip through any fuckin' person that'd ever hurt 'er." Grant said solemnly.

"I know man. I know. It took all the self control I had to listen and not want to fix all her problems but if there's anything about women that I've learned over the years is that they don't want you to fix things unless they ask. They just want you to listen. Fuck me, it's hard." he replied, running his hand through his hair and falling back into the recliner.

We all relaxed back as he told us about all Michelle had relayed to him. I could see Grant doing the same as me, both struggling to keep calm and every once in a while I could see his hands tighten into fists or his knee bouncing in small adrenaline rushes wanting to tear through her attackers. He told us about her parents, both ex-husbands, school bullies, her brother's suicide, and losing her daughter. The more he talked, the more exhausted I I felt. How can one person go through all of that, I wondered. Finally he finished up. "I can't take this. I need to get outta 'ere for a while." Grant said while pushing himself off the couch.