The Leverage

Chapter Five

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Trevor's muscled, scarred arm is draped heavily across my bare and shivering stomach.

The feeling this creates leaves me feeling helplessly trapped and frozen still, as if bound by chains to be held down by weaknesses as time slowly passes in a circling, ever existent torment. Memories race across my vision in painful, stabbing motions as the sense of being trapped under a muscled arm reminds me too clearly of what it felt like to be brutally beaten and trapped under the arms of different men in Reno, memories that I would long to forget yet replay consistently in my head.

I just experienced an amazing and empowering feeling of love as Trevor kissed me for what felt like endless hours of bliss and with every movement he made with me, I was further slipping into a world full of warmth and happiness. But when the good slips away and sleep overcame me, my fears were brought to the surface, and Trevor's arm confining me to the bed isn't exactly helping my psychotic case of post-sex anxiety.

My emotions are split and running in two different directions at a Nascar pace. One side of me is trying to rationalize my way out of the trapped feeling, reminding myself that I am no longer in Reno, I'm not being ruthlessly used for my body, and that I'm going to okay. That no one is here to hurt me anymore.

But the other half of my mind is screaming at me to fight off the person beside me, to sprint for the door, and run away as fast as I can, while I have the upperhand of being the one who is currently conscious. Before the attacker wakes up, I need to run. That is the logic running through my racing thoughts.

Instincts are begging me to get the hell out of the confining bed and out from under the heavy arm trapping me against the mattress, to get away and fight the way I never had been able to in Reno. So why am I not running? Why am I still laying here, completely terrified? Why?

I sneak a peek out of the corner of my eye to see a messily curly head of hair passed out against the pillow beside me. My eyes scan the peacefully sleeping body, the perfect skin, the sculpted muscles. The man who can create a world seemingly molded just for me to enjoy, with just a touch of his perfect lips to my skin.

And then I close my eyes as I practically hyperventilate. I let the memories of last night take over in my head, and I let them engulf my every thought, in hopes to silence the urge to run away.

I can't run away. The person laying beside me is Trevor, and I think that fact is the only one holding me here. I can't leave Trevor. Not after last night, when he had been so perfect and good to me. He had been so gentle, so loving, and proved it with every kiss and every move he had made against me.

I don't want to ever run away from Trevor, and as I realize this, I finally relax as my mind decides that his arm draped over me isn't there to kill me, but only there to comfort. I realize that I am currently letting my fears get the best of me, something I definitely didn't want to happen.