• DIVORCÈE •

Part 4

"Don't be scared. Be brave, y/n." His voice makes it way into my heart. I shut my eyes. "Go on and put Evangeline in your room. I'm leaving my house now. Whatever you do, don't let them in. And don't phone for the police they won't do anything."

"Okay." I nod, sniffling. My breath comes out in quick breaths, I shut my eyes hearing the bangs continue. "Hurry. Please."

"I will." He states quickly before the line clicks dead.

I rush to Evangeline, moving her into my arms. She sleeps against my chest as I rush to the room. I lay her down, knowing she'll sleep due to her exhaustion and place a blanket over her.

When I see her chest raising and falling at a slow pace, I move to the closet where I keep the linen. I pull apart the fed sheets, towels and covers before seeing a black gun stare back at me.

Knowing my history with guns, I hesitate before thinking about Evangeline and pick it up. My eyes flash to my bedroom, where I shut the door and move towards the front door. I stand there, and cock the gun back with my thumb before pointing it straight at the door. If anyone wants to break into my home, I will do what needs to be done to protect my little girl.

The bangs continued, and before I could help myself, I let out a shaky cry.

"What do you want?!"

The knocks stopped, before nails against the door sounded. A man in a deep, husky voice speaks back. "We want you Mrs. Shelby, and that beautiful daughter of yours."

Like hell. I stand there, hearing the bangs happen ever now and then. I realize quickly that my door is frail, and they could enter my house whenever they please, but these men are only taunting me.

Nonetheless, I have my weapon raised and my eyes set on whoever wishes to intrude my home.

But in no time, do I hear a car screeching and a whistle coming from someone's mouth. The door knob twists before something clicks and the door swings open. I drop the gun, paralyzed.

I step back before seeing his eyes meet mine and run into his arms. He hugs me so tight, and exhales so deeply, I can feel the tenseness inside of him. But I let outa sigh, shutting my eyes as I cling onto him.

"You're ok." He whispers, running his hand over my head. "You're alright, ay?"

He pulls back and examines me. Studying my face to see if anything's wrong, much like I had done with him during our married days.

I nod, "I'm fine. The baby's fine." I breathe before covering my face with my hands. "Oh God, Tommy."

Tears flow freely now as he wraps his arms around you. The moment between you two is shared as Tommy's family makes their way through my house. The baby cries, and I wipe away my tears and try to control my emotions.

"Keep the baby in the room, John. Don't let her see her mum like this."

I don't hear what John says, but as I pull away from Thomas I can see him quickly wipe away a tear.

He licks his lip before sniffling. "Let the boys pack a bag or two for you and Eva."

I want to protest. But I know I don't have a choice. This is what's best for Eva and I. Thomas is right.

His hands run over your face, "Stay with me a few nights before I figure out who the fuck was trying to hurt my family. Okay?"

I move my hands over his and intertwine my fingers with his. Thomas and I stare at each other before I nod. "Ok."

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In the car, Evangeline falls asleep on my lap, and I rest on Thomas's arm. The night sky croaks and crickets hiss. Its just him and I and our child, the car moves swiftly into the dark night, I can feel nothing but droopy eyed as Thomas drives.

"We love you Thomas." I whisper, sniffling before a tear falls from my eye. "I know sometimes we don't express it very well," I run my hand over her soft curls. "but we love you."

He swallows, "This is my fault to begin with..." Thomas reminds me. "You shouldn't have to call me in hysterics talking about men at your door."

I stare into the dark night. "No, I shouldn't. But I married into your life, so this is partially mine fault too."

He hums softly, allowing my words to soak in.

"When I go to your house, I don't want to see Lizzie Starke." I tell him without looking at him. "I want you to sleep in my bed tonight, and to hold me the way you did once before."

I inhale, "And I want you to kiss me the way you did before, and remind me that everything's going to be alright."