Broken Hearted (3 page)

She couldn’t help but reminisce about the wonderful
time they had walked the beach and playing in the waves. She
remembered running along the beach laugh and jumping the waves. She
loved the feel of the ocean breeze on her face.

He praised her, “Good job! Do you feel better now?
Keep breathing in the ocean air, and letting out all the pain,
Faith.”

She shook her head “yes” as he reached for her hand.
Faith realized they’re going for a run. She hadn’t ran since they
split up. That was something they loved to do together. She needed
this run today and she needed him. Running with Trey seemed so
natural and serene. She could appreciate the enormous lake from
their path and all its beauty. She would love to spend the entire
day exploring the beauty of the woods around them. Then have a
picnic by the lake. However, she understood today would be the
beginning to some long, exhausting hours for them both.

Faith wondered why Trey would bring her back to her
hometown. He knew she never wanted to see that place again. Unless
something horrible had happened and without him telling her, he
brought her to his house to keep her safe, from what or who was the
question? The burning sensation in her thighs began to hurt now.
She tried to ignore the pain and push through it. Wow, the burning
was getting worse. Afraid she may overdo her first day, she gazed
over and Trey hadn’t broken a sweat. He seemed to be in a deep
concentration about something. She’s not sure how far they’d gone,
but she needed to stretch her legs. Faith was just getting ready to
tell Trey to stop when she hit a good size rock and turned her
ankle. She fell and it definitely wasn’t graceful! The pain in her
ankle was horrific. Bringing tears to the edge of her eyes, she
refused to let them fall down her face, but she knew her ankle
hurt.

Trey ran back swiftly. “Faith, you okay? I’m so
sorry.” He reached down, moving her ankle carefully. “I don’t think
anything is broken, but we may need to get you checked out when we
get to the house. Do you want to try to stand? I’ll carry you if
you need the help.”

Faith tried to stand up; her ankle shot pain
virtually up to her knee. She groaned, “I can’t do it Trey, I can’t
walk back.” He helped her sat back down, leaning her up against a
tree.

“
I’ll be right back, Faith, just
hang on, babe.” Before Trey left, he placed his gun in Faith's lap.
He knew she always wore her own gun strapped to her thigh. Oh, well
she guessed he thought she would feel comfortable until he returned
with his gun too. That’s such a sweet gesture; the old Trey would
made sure she felt safe before he went for help. He took off
running at a decent pace, she’s comfortable to know he wouldn’t be
gone long.

She leaned back against the tree with sweat running
down her face thinking, “
What the hell have I done to myself
this time
.” She’s sure this would put her off her foot for
days, if not longer. She heard a motor start up in the distance.
She picked up his gun and unhooked her own. She tried to start
crawling around to the other side of the tree. Then she noticed its
Trey on some kind of off road vehicle. This she didn’t know the
price for but she did know nice when she saw it. This off road
vehicle was top of the line. Trey picked her up, and put her on the
rear of the vehicle. He got on telling her to hang on. They sped
toward the house. Faith couldn’t get to the house soon enough, her
foot was killing her. Trey helped her off the back of the
four-wheeler and leaned her on the side of the stairs. While he
parked the four-wheeler, she waited patiently.

Trey picked her up, transporting her up the stairs
and into the house. He didn’t stop in the living room. He brought
her to the upstairs bedroom, placing her on the bed.

He tenderly whispered, “Don’t move I’ll be right
back.” He came back carrying a stack of pillows, propping her foot
up on them. He took her shoe off cautiously. Her foot was blue and
swelling fast.

Faith groaned, “I think I need some Tylenol and an
ice pack.”

Trey stroked her arm lovely letting her know, “I’ll
take care of everything you rest.”

Faith glanced around, this must be his bedroom. The
room still lingered of Treys masculine scent. He bought back some
pills and the ice pack.

He handed her the medicine saying, “Remember when I
wrestled with your refrigerator last fall and the refrigerator won?
I pulled the muscles in my shoulder and the doctor gave me
Hydrocodone. They will at least let you rest.”

She took the pills and the water he handed her. She
watched as he laid the ice pack lightly on her ankle. She intently
looked him over. She hadn’t felt the softness of his touch in so
long. He must still work out. The muscles ripple on his abdomen and
she didn’t remember his arms being that big.

Faith said, “When did you find time to change
clothes or should I say take them off?”

“
I’m still sweaty so I’ll take a
shower once I have you settled in to rest. I’ll be back soon. If
your foot doesn’t improve by evening, I’m going to take you to the
doctor.”

She nodded, trying to pull the cover up over her
feet. He helped her then went downstairs.

Faith's left alone with all her feelings. She’s
missed Trey abundantly and being in his house made her need him
more. Her heart was in his control. He seized a loving, caring
heart complete with hope and passion, slashing it out of her chest;
he ripped it apart. Then he placed it into her hands as if to say,
“Try to repair this if you can.” Then he walked away, leaving her
to try to place the pieces of her heart back together. She wondered
how they ended up in this senseless chaos.

How did she fit into the case he is working on?

The medicine started to work; she’s getting drowsy.
The strongest thing Faith had taken in a long time was Tylenol. She
experimented with drugs in her teenage years. She watched a friend
overdose in front of her, she stopped cold sober. She remembered
the day her friend died as if it were yesterday.

The medication was taking full effect, so she
thought a nap would be great about now.

CHAPTER FOUR

Trey

Death always shadows around me?

Standing in his kitchen, Trey reflected back on this
morning. Unfortunately, Faith came to his house without a clue why
she’s here. They go for a run and she falls and hurts her ankle. It
looked dreadful. He still hadn’t imagined how to tell her the case
they would be working on may be her friends from Indianapolis. The
family who raised Faith had three daughters, all on were drugs at
some point in their lives. They were Faith's best friends in
school. Only the oldest daughter had straightened out her life now,
and totally has nothing to do with her family. Their father was
abusive and their mother overlooked his cruelty. Faith lived with
the Moore’s from the time her parents were murdered until she
turned eighteen. Then she went to college, getting out of the
abuse. Trey contemplated how he would explain everything to Faith
when the opportunity came along.

He warmed up the omelets and toast he fixed for
breakfast. Slicing some oranges and apples, he set them on the tray
next to the omelets. He poured the fresh coffee into two mugs he
got from the cabinet. He’s ready to walk out of the kitchen when he
looked out the window and saw the gorgeous roses. He ran outside
and chose three of the loveliest roses he could find. He searched
through the cabinet under the sink for a vase. Finally finding one,
he placed the roses in it and set the vase on Faith’s tray. Trey
hoped the medicine had relieved some of her pain so she could eat
and then get some rest.

Trey walked into the bedroom and finds Faith asleep.
He started to set the food on the nightstand.

She whispered, “Trey, I’m awake, but my foot
hurts.”

He inspected her foot again, saying, “I’ll get you
some more ice and an ace bandage. That will stop the swelling.
Think about letting me take you to the hospital now, Faith, just to
be on the safe side.” Almost running to the bathroom downstairs, he
got the bandage then the ice. He sprinted up the stairs and back
into her room.

She watched in silence as he wrapped her foot. He
covered her back up as he set the food in front of her saying,
“Faith, we should talk about the case as soon as you’re
better.”

“
You’re right,” she agreed, not
understanding why she’s here and shaking her head in frustration.
Trey got up, going to the other room and came back with two
folders. He handed her one of the files, telling her when she
finished let him know. She asked, “Where are you going? I thought
we would go over everything together.”

“
You need to read this one first.
I’m going to take a shower. Please eat something.”

Faith smiles, saying, “I love the roses, they’re a
pleasant touch to breakfast. I promise to eat and rest, all in that
order.”

Trey laughed as he walked out of the room. He
hurried to the upstairs shower. She hadn’t made a sound since he
left the room. He prayed she understood and would be okay with the
information she was reading. He sensed her fear and identified with
her pain. Death always shadowed him. As he stuck his head in the
hot shower, he wished he could be the one to crumble this time. He
wished someone’s arms were around him to promise he’d never lose
Faith to death. The only one he ever loved besides Faith was
murdered. A teenager’s death that was preventable.

Shana Weston was so beautiful. She was his
girlfriend all through high school. She was a cheerleader and had
always been popular. However right before their senior prom she
became distant and started to hang out with some kids Trey didn’t
even know. Then she broke up with him. She became a totally
different person. Rumor had it she was using drugs and there was
nothing Trey could do that would make her stop and listen to him.
He would never forget her and this whole case reminded him of her.
We needed to bring down a drug ring. If not for Faith then for
Shana, who died drugged and found in a dumpster. He felt sick
enough to vomit, but sickness wouldn’t come to him that would only
be a relief. He finished his shower, throwing on some sweats and
found Faith holding the file in her hand. Trey sat beside her on
the bed. She reached across taking his hand.

“
Trey this must be hard for you
too. I understand why you need my help now. We can do this—we will
find this man and make him pay. He destroyed two
families.”

The emotions built in her eyes. Oh God, she was so
beautiful. Trey couldn’t take his gaze away from those dark brown
eyes. Most girls would die for her beauty. Faith stared straight
into his eyes for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes and
softly says, “I love working with you. I’m glad we can try to put
some of this behind us.”

Trey nodded, feeling only the touch of her hand made
his heart skip a beat. There may be hope for us after all, he
thought. Her simple touch sent fire to his heart. He could scarcely
breathe and his forehead was already sweating. She reached up,
wiping the sweat from his forehead as she’d done so many times
before. He took her hand and traced her palm with his fingers. He
kissed each finger, suckling them. A small whimper escaped Faith’s
throat. Trey leaned in and kissed her sensitively on her mouth. He
let his tongue linger on each lip, entering her mouth with his
tongue exploring inside. He backed away regretfully. Faith wiped
away a tear that burned into Trey’s face as it fell.

She softly whispered, “Don’t regret what we feel for
each other. We have to keep our emotions separate from our
case.”

Trey turned down the covers on the other side of the
bed. She didn’t even ask him what he’s doing and gave him one of
her pillows. He rested his head on the pillow, exhausted and weak.
The thoughts of Shana were still fresh in his mind, he had let her
go a long time ago. A piece of him would always love her and he
would talk to Faith about those emotions soon. He wanted her to
understand he loved and lost Shana. Maybe she would understand why
he tried to protect her all the time.

He said, “Faith, can you put the file down and hold
me until I fall asleep. Please don’t ask why. Hold me until I can
rest.” He knew she heard the emotion in his voice.

“
All this information can wait,
darling. You’re having those bad dreams again?”

Trey shook his head “yes”. She took his head and
laid it on her chest, massaging his forehead. She told him that she
would be here when he wakes up to sleep now.

As he drifted off, he didn’t know if he imagined it
or if Faith truly whispered, “I love you Trey.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Faith

Faith awoke to find it evening already. Trey’s head
still laid on her chest with his arm around her. She hated to move
him because he looked so comfortable. She needed to go to the
bathroom so she tried to move his arm as not to wake him, but he
jumped in fright with a panicked look on his face.

Faith calmly whispered, “Trey, I have to get up and
try to make it to the bathroom.”

“
I’ll help you, please wait until I
get up, baby.”

Faith tried to rise up and put some weight on her
foot, but was unsuccessful and started to fall. Trey ran around to
her side of the bed in time to catch her as she fell to the floor.
Catching her and sitting her back on the bed, Trey leaned over and
kissed the top of her forehead.

“
Please be careful, Faith. I’m
sorry you’ve already been hurt. Try to be patient and let me help
you. I love you and no matter how you feel about me, I want to keep
you safe from harm.”

“
Stop, Trey. I’m not ready to talk
about our relationship. We have a case that I’m not even up to
speed on yet. So give me the room I need to breathe and do my job.
We’ll discuss our future at a later date. When I’m emotionally
ready to decide what I want and need in my life.”