Setting: Demi's entry way, Hidden Hills, Los Angeles County, California
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A successful recovery I'll pray for us at night
Trey's hoodie felt like a safety blanket. It wrapped her up in his scent and his warmth, and comforted her in the same way he did, making her insides feel fuzzy and leaving a ghost of a smile playing on her lips, even though they were standing in front of the entrance of her house, which she hadn't entered since the morning of the break in. But she needed clothes, and Batman didn't like sleeping in one of Kane's extra beds, and the last thing she needed was a diagnosis of PTSD, so she was trying to move on. She was trying to be okay. And going inside of her house was the first step. The second was finally contacting her family and friends, but that was a mission for another day.
"I can go in there and grab your stuff," Trey said as he leaned against the threshold of her door, but Demi shook her head. She had to do it by herself. She had to get over this. She had to move on and be okay, even if deep down inside she just wasn't. Just being back on her 6 acres of private property made her body run cold with chills.
"No, it's fine. I'm fine."
Her bottom lip was tugged in between her teeth as she finally stuck the key into the lock and turned it, bracing her shoulder against the door as she pushed it open. She didn't know why she expected her house to be different because it wasn't. It was the same. The broken glass that had littered her entry hall was now swept away. Her marble floors had been polished, making it clear that her cleaning service had come through after the police had finished collecting evidence. Trey must've called and asked for their services because she certainly didn't.
"Come on," Trey urged, placing his hand on the small of her back as they started towards the stairs. Demi started to reach for the bannister but her hand coiled back towards her body when she thought of the way he had ran his fingers over her railing as he walked up the stairs. She held her hand to her chest as if it had been wounded as Trey opened the door to her bedroom.
In theory, everything was in its place and everything was the same but Demi knew that she would never be able to sleep in this room ever again. The thought almost saddened her. She had put so much work into making this home her dream house and now it was all ruined because some vile man that she had trusted to work for her had violated her trust, and her privacy.
The sound of wheels against the limestone floor of her closet snapped her out of her thoughts, and the sight of Trey dragging one of her larger Louis Vuitton suitcases into her room almost made her chuckle.
"Trey, I don't need a suitcase," she said with a light smile on her face, but Trey shook his head in protest.
"I don't want you to have to keep coming back here if you're not comfortable. I can get all of your undergarments and stuff like that if you get the clothes you want," Trey suggested, already opening the top drawer of her dresser where she kept all of her underwear.
