Love, hate and everything in between

~Chapter 28~

(Before reading....drool over James' photoshoot picture linked with this chapter. If you had a heart attack...same.)

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Troy lifted the kids from his lap and placed them back in the crib. He walked over to me. I backed up as far as I could until my back was pressed to the wall.

"It broke my heart to think a pretty face like yours just drove off a cliff." He traced his hand under my chin and around my face.

I flinched and gritted my teeth together. Hating the way he touched me. Hating how me talked to me. Hating him. He noticed and dropped his hand to his side.

"Well what's wrong, babe? Didn't you miss me?" He grimaced, running his fingers through my hair.

I turned my face away and bit the inside of my lip.

"You got busy." He said, turning away from me and looking at the kids.

I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. The words were lost in a swarm of fear which was radiating off of me.

"How's our little pride-n-joy?" He asked, talking about Gabby.

"Our pride-n-joy? She's under the last name of Maslow. Which isn't you." I finally said, with as much disgust as I could fathom.

"So that's how he found you. You wrote out his number and name. You really aren't as stupid as I thought."

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. You weren't dead, my dear. I had to come."

"You really didn't."

"I came hoping you'd come back to me."

"Thats hilarious, Troy. The devil himself couldn't make me come back to you."

"That's a shame. Really is."

He walked, quickly over to me. I tightened up when his hand landed on the inside of my waist. His hand was cold and dry. I stood still, looking into his cold dead eyes.

He leaned into me and kissed my jawline. I physically felt my supper from last night come up. I pushed him back with all the force I had, but his hand moved farther up and his fingertips dug into my skin. He planted a few more kisses on my jawline and down my neck. My eyes burned with tears and I squirmed against his touch.

He moved us to the hall, never removing his hand. When I felt both of his hand tug at my shirt, I shoved him back with everything I had. He slammed against the wall, causing some of the picture frames to fall to the floor. I wrapped my arms around myself and stared into his eyes.

"Get out of my house." I stated, quietly.

"Excuse me?" He questioned, giving me a second chance to rethink what I had commanded of him.

"I said..get out of my house!"

He walked over to me and grabbed my arm forcefully. I flinched in pain and waited for what was next.

"Without him, you'll have no one." He said, spitting it out through his teeth.

He threw my arm back and stomped down the stairs. I ran after him, pulling him back and trying to stop him. He only shoved me to the ground and proceeded to his car where he then got in and drove off to James.

I pushed myself to the floor and dialed a quick service baby sitter to watch Hudson and Arabella. I then dialed James' number.

"I knew you'd need me." He joked.