My Widowed Mate

My Hero

"Paul, you're scaring me." I told him as tears began to fall.

He watched me still walking closer to me. With each step he took, I took a step back. Soon, I was going to end up with my back against a wall if we kept this up.

I didn't trust my husband's father anymore. I wasn't sure if I ran away if I wouldn't end up with a bullet in my back. Or if I ran, would Paul chase me down? Paul was very fit for his age. Brad told me Paul was once in the Army. He exercised and ran every morning, along with eating healthily. I was for sure he would outrun me in my heels.

Then I heard it again. A loud snarl echoed off the walls, traveling through the parking garage. I looked around for a dog or a bear, but it was too dark. Great, now I might have to escape my father-in-law and a wild animal.

Paul began looking around with his gun raised up.

"You will not have her, Demon!" Paul yelled out to the empty parking garage, his voice echoing.

I was really starting to think Paul had gone psycho when a figure began to move in the dark. My breath hitched, and I wasn't sure what to expect. A creature? A demon? Was Paul, right?

To my relief, a man stepped out into the light with his hands up. Relieved only for a moment, till I realized it was the man that kept vanishing on me and made me spill my coffee. I would've been annoyed by his presence, but I'm glad he was there. I could really use a hero right about now.

The man still had his hands up and began speaking to Paul. "Let's just take it easy, old man." The man continued walking and stopped once he was between Paul and me.

Paul was glaring at the man as he held the gun right up to him. "I know what you are. The bullets in this gun are made of silver. You must leave now and never come near Trixie again," Paul said as he took a step forward.

The man didn't budge at all, just stared back at Paul and shook his head. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I was just leaving the mall and saw you holding the girl at gunpoint." He dropped his hands and took a step closer to Paul." Now I've already called the police, and they should be here soon." This man didn't seem to be afraid of death one bit. It was like he was challenging Paul, daring him to shoot him. I was half expecting Paul to pull the trigger and shoot this man in the face.

But after a moment of silence, Paul opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment, a siren happened to go off in the distance. It frightened Paul, who snapped his head behind to see if cops were there yet. He looked back at me and glared before he took off, running away from the man.

When he was out of sight, I felt my shaking knees give out as I ended up on the ground. The man was now kneeling down in front of me. My breath was shaken as I looked up at him, feeling the tears soaking my face. His eyes were filled with worry as he watched me. I felt my whole body trembling from the adrenaline I was experiencing. I was almost shot, or this man was almost shot in front of me.

"You're going to be OK." He reassured me, rubbing my back. My skin felt hot when he touched it. I shook my head. I didn't feel like I was going to be OK. Everything felt like it was falling apart. This man doesn't even know half of what is going on in my life.

"Let me drive you home," he said, reaching his hand out to me.

I wasn't sure if it was the best idea to go with him. He did just possibly save my life, though. I felt I could trust him before taking his hand, I asked him.

"What is your name?"

He gave me a small smile before saying, "Trevor."

Trevor. It felt like a wave of bliss washed through me hearing his name. Like I could fully trust him now. I took his hand as he helped me to my feet. He took me to my car and helped me get into the passenger seat before taking the driver's side.

The ride was quiet. He seemed tense. He was probably still in shock as well from what had just happened. He drove my car back to my home safely. We pulled into the driveway, and he looked around for a moment. He was probably looking for a sign for Paul.

"Thank you for everything, Trevor." I said to him softly.

He looked at me and gave me a nod. "Your husband is probably worried about you. You should get inside, and I'll sneak off," he said, watching me.

I sighed as the truth about Brad slipped from my lips. "I'm more worried about him. He hasn't been home in months." I spoke honestly.

There's no need to hide it anymore. Trevor didn't say anything for a moment. Just looked ahead at the garage door. I couldn't blame him, I just dumped my trauma on a stranger.

Finally, he spoke, "Would you mind if I checked up on you tomorrow?" he asked

I thought about it for a moment before nodding my head yes and getting out of the car. He walked me to my door but stayed on the bottom step respectfully. It felt like I was just coming home from a date and made me feel very uncomfortable.

"Make sure you lock all your windows and doors," Trevor said as I opened the front door. I gave him a weak small smile and wished him a "goodnight" before shutting and locking the door behind me. I sighed, leaning against the door, completely exhausted from today's events.

As I stood there replaying the scenes in my head, something occurred to me. I don't remember telling Trevor where I lived.