the kitchen I can hear more breaking glass and laughing. There is nothing I can do but sit here and hope they don’t make their way in here.
I raise my knees to my chest and cover my head rocking back and forth. This is the last straw. This is the point where I know if I make it through this night then I am done. The yelling gets louder and so do the sirens. The kitchen door slams open and I cover my mouth to hold in the scream I don’t want them to hear.
“Sunshine? TAYLOR, baby, it’s Trevor. Where are you?”
“No,” is all I can seem to say.
I feel his hands on my arms and I lift my head and look in to the eyes of my saving grace.
“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
I shake my head and wrap my body around him. He picks me up and carries me out of the kitchen and I bury my head in his chest.
“Mrs. Andrews?”
Trevor stands me up and I open my eyes coming face to face with a police officer. He is about the same height as me. He’s bald with his sunglasses resting on his forehead. If I wasn’t scared to death I might find it funny that instead of pushing them to the top of his head he stopped mid-way.
“I am Officer Pepper do you know any of these men?” He motions to the room.
I don’t want to look at them. I just want to go home and hide in my bed. My limits have been pushed and I am ready to throw my hands up and wave the little white flag. I so much wanted to be strong and stand my ground but there’s a line and Kipper was the start of it. His crew not only crossed the line they danced on it.
There are three men laying on the ground with their hands in handcuffs behind their backs and their faces turned towards me. Each one of them have a smug look on their face like this isn’t over. I recognize each man from Kipper’s crew. I may not have talked to them but I saw them in passing.
I look back to the officer and nod my head.
“They worked with Kipper here.”
Trevor wraps his arms around me and I lay my head on his shoulder.
“I would like for you to come to the station and answer a few questions. Are you okay with that?”
“Can’t I just take her home?” Trevor growls and tightens his arm around me.
“Sir, I know you have all been through enough but this case has been on my desk for weeks. I would like to close it and all of us go on about life.”
“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”
I turn my head and lock eyes with Trevor willing him to believe me. I want this over. I want to go on with my life. He sighs and nods his head.
“We will meet you there.”
I look around Sunshine’s and the tears start to fall again. It looks almost as bad as it did the day I walked in. They have broken anything that could be broken and spray painted the yellow walls. Trevor turns me away and starts leading me towards the door.
As soon as we make it to the car, I climb in, he slams the door and I cringe. The ride to the police station is quiet and I spend the next hour answering questions and some of them I answer over and over.
Chapter Eleven
“Tay, wake up baby you’re having a bad dream.”
Trevor runs a cold rag over my head and I sit up in the bed. I am soaked in sweat and there are tears on my cheeks.
“Sorry.”
He lays the rag on the bed beside him and scoots closer.
“What were you dreaming about?”
“I don’t know. I don’t remember.” I take a shaky breath and look up to Trevor.
“When is enough enough, Trevor?”
“What do you mean?”
“I am done. I am at my limit.”
“Taylor, we will make it through this. You have enough in the bank to fix Sunshine’s. They are in jail. They won’t be bothering you for a long time.”
“You’re not listening to me, Trevor. I am done with this. I’m tired of looking over my shoulder. All this town has brought us is one bad thing after another. When is it okay to say I have had enough?”
“The Taylor I know wouldn’t be saying this. The Taylor I know would be pissed and doing all she can to show them they