Traumatized

"What do you mean I will live with you? I asked him, confused.

"I mean, I can keep you safe here until we figure out a plan," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm. Looking into his eyes, I saw a glimmer of sincerity that made me believe he truly meant what he said.

"Trust me, please." I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to trust my boss. But something in his demeanor made me feel like I had no choice. "Okay," I finally whispered, hoping my decision wouldn't haunt me.

"But I can sleep at my best friend's house," I said when I remembered I had a friend I could call.

"I understand, but it's not safe for you there right now," he said, concern evident in his eyes.

"He can come back to you and hurt you again," Trence said. I felt a chill run down my spine at the thought of my boyfriend coming back to harm me. Trence was right—staying at my best friend's house wasn't a good idea. Deep down, I knew I needed to trust Trence and his offer to keep me safe. With a heavy heart, I agre