When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Fourteen

TREVOR'S POINT OF VIEW

*Trevor's Point Of View*

I slam the door, leaving Ally stranded in my hotel room. I couldn't even begin to think through my thoughts. I am absolutely livid. This burning feeling that races through my veins could be described as either adrenaline or outrage. Or both, advanced to the highest possible level. Multiplied by ten.

I feel like ripping Holden to shreds. Tiny, bloodied shreds.

I storm down the hall before I could start to rationalize what the hell happened between Holden and Ally. The thought of them together, alone, makes me shudder in anger.

And it really pisses me off that my jealousy of Holden is my strongest emotion.

I reach hastily into my pocket, ignoring the waves of exhaustion that pulse through me. I pull out the spare key to Holden's room, forcing myself inside.

Holden was wiping the blood dripping from his nose with a towel when I enter. He notices me from the corner of his eyes, groaning.

"We need to talk." I say, inviting myself inside. Holden nods knowingly, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. A deep, black bruise is visibly forming on the side of his ribs from my kick a few minutes ago. That had felt nice.

Holden sinks onto the bed, his eyes low and shameful. At least they better be.

"I can't believe you, Holden," I begin, shaking my head. Where do I even begin?

"Trevor, I'm sorry. We were drunk, she was pissed at you, and you hadn't exactly been friendly to me, either. We didn't think. It's not an excuse, and I don't regret it, but I'm still sorry."

"You don't regret it?" I demand, my voice sharp, making Holden wince.

"Would you regret sleeping with a girl like Ally?" He asks me, raising his eyebrows challengingly.

I definitely wouldn't regret it. He had me there.

"There is no girl like Ally," I sigh, collapsing onto the bed across from Holden. My muscles begin convulsing, given they hadn't rested in over 24 hours.

"That's why I don't regret it. But I regret you finding out. At least like that. We didn't intend on it." He admits, pain dripping from his tone.

I close my eyes, sucking in a long breath. What am I going to do with Ally?

And how the hell can I cope with my raging jealousy?

"I thought I could trust you, man." I sigh, my anger towards Holden fading but only to be replaced by disappointment.

"I know."

"Then why did you sleep with her?" I demand.

"I already told you," sighs Holden.

"You know the situation. You know how I feel. Did you not care?" I ask.

"You're right - I know the situation. So I know you were acting like a jerk. And everything just kind of... happened." He explains.

"I'm a goddamn saint to her compared to how I treat my other victims." I mutter. She should realize that. That might do her some good.

"You can't compare Ally to your other victims, you know that, man."

"I know," I mumble resentfully. "But you? I thought you would respect her. I didn't worry about you doing - this."

"I did respect her," Holden snaps defensively. I let out a dry laugh.

"Oh, so you didn't fuck her while she was drunk?" I demand, making Holden wince slightly.

"It wasn't like that," he says lowly, his eyes on the ground.