Golden (Book 1 of the Golden Series)

Chapter 62

Okay so slight change of plans - this chapter isn't going to be THE chapter - I apologise. HOWEVERRRRRR I do indeed think you're going to L O V E it !!! 😉

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CHAPTER 62

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Trent hasn't said a word since he finished speaking, which was at least ten minutes ago.

Instead, he just lets me hold him, his hands slowly losing their grip the longer I hold on until finally, they drop to his side, swinging like a pendulum.

As soon as his fingers have completely removed themselves from the window I take a hold of his wrist and guide him to the bathroom. With a gentle tug, his footsteps follow me like a child's, padding softly along the carpet.

He still doesn't say anything as I turn on the light and make him sit on the edge of the bathtub, his tall frame only seeming normal due to the size of it.

The last time that I was in this bathroom I had pushed him away, I'd sat under the shower and cried until I had passed out. It was strange to think that that was only a week or so ago, so much had changed. I had changed.

I already know by the glazed look in his eyes and the emotionless expression that Trent isn't paying attention to me. He's caught up in his own thoughts and revelations, no matter how much he wants to not be.

All I can do is wait for him to be ready to speak again - he'd waited for me to do the same.

Carefully, I unfurl his hands and assess the damage, trying to peer through the blood and splinters. It's not like I think he won't recover, but I want to look after him - it's one of the only times that he's not looking after me.

I slowly begin to remove the pieces of wood from his skin, trying to be gentle as to not hurt him but by the way his body is unmoving, it's clear that the pain is barely anything to him.

I don't mind the silence while I work - it gives me a chance to process everything in my head at the moment. The almost cinematic replays of the stories that Trent's told me, the secrets he's entrusted me with.

The way he has opened up to me and was waiting to see if I would accept him or not.

I already knew the answer - of course, I would.

After everything today, from the beach to even five minutes ago has made me realise nothing more than the fact that whatever this man could do, there wouldn't be anything that could turn me against him.

He wasn't evil. Not in the way that I knew. Not in a real way.

Even the thought of hurting someone he loved was enough to torture him, I could only begin to try and understand how much he was hurting in knowing that he had done it.

Especially in a way that couldn't be undone.

It made me realise why he put up with Lou, why he seemed scared of what he had said to me. It wasn't because he didn't want me to know the secret, it's because he was worried that I would turn my back on him.