When Worlds Collide

Chapter 16

I've just been aimlessly driving around. Trying desperately to clear my head.

What is wrong with Trevor? Why does he keep on torturing me? He has broken my heart and now it feels like he is taking a sledgehammer to those tiny shards and obliterating them.

Hot tears start pouring down my face as I finally let myself feel the pain and devastation that hurricane Trevor has left in its wake. He has left nothing alive or standing. Everything destroyed.

I start trying to wipe away the salty drops with the backs of my hands, but the floodgates are wide open and nothing can stop their salty waves from coming.

Suddenly I am blinded by bright lights infront of me in the road. The loud honking of a carhorn erupts through the air.

Shit! I swerve out of the way, just narrowly missing the other car. How did I end up on the wrong side of the road?

Realising I am in no condition to drive any further, I pull over on the side of the road. I hate that I almost caused an accident because I couldn't keep my emotions in check. I'll never drive if I'm not in the right, observant headspace to, again.

Luckily I'm in a relatively save area which I recognize. It is only a few blocks away from our apartment. But in the dark cloak of night, the place seems deserted and eary.

I make sure that the car doors are looked - not wanting to take any chances - and then continue baling my eyes out, once again. I'm so glad that no-one is here to witness this pathetic scene.

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I wake suddenly. I must have eventually fallen asleep. How long was I out for? I'm assuming not long, since my cheeks haven't dried yet. Unless I cried in my sleep as well...

I quickly grab my phone out of my purse and check the time. 12:30 in the morning.

I quickly check my missed calls too. I have 20 missed calls form Cal - bless his kind and worried heart. 5 from Trevor - fuck him and why haven't I blocked him yet? And 2 from... Mr. Vance?

I shoot Cal a text, telling him that I'm fine and not to worry and then I immediately call back Mr. Vance. He wouldn't call me this late or early - depends on how you look at it - if it wasn't something really urgent and important. God, I hope something hasn't happened to Kim or Smith.

He answers on the second ring.

"I'm so glad you called back Katherine. Is Trevor with you?" He sounds very nervous and panicked. Not the usual Mr. Vance I know.

"No, why?" I try to reply indifferent, but ultimately fail. The curiousity evident in my voice. Why would he think Trevor is with me. Mr. Vance knows very well that I couldn't stand being a mile away from him - let alone in the same room.

"Fuck, I can't find him anywhere. After you left he headed back to my house and apparently had a lot to drink. He has never turned to alcohol before, so you can imagine how fucking worried I am about him. And I can't get in touch with him, he hasn't been answering his phone all night." Vance sounds frantic and really worried. He must really care about Trevor.

Speaking of Trevor, where the hell is he? And what the hell is he doing drinking? I remember that god-awful look on his face when he told me about his sister being an addict and an alcoholic. He told me that he would never go down that path himself. Never.

"Where do you think he is?" I ask starting to panick myself. But then I stop breathing.

It's him. It's Trevor. His Caller ID flashes on my phone's screen.

"Thank God, he's calling me! I'll call you back." I immediately hangup on Mr. Vance and answer Trevor's call.

"Trevor?" I ask quietly through the phone. "No, it's Kimberley," he slurs sarcastically and then continues to laugh at his oh-so-funny joke.

Well at least he is okay. Yeah and he's being a total tool. My subconscious snaps at me. She isn't very happy that I forgot all the hurt and pain that he caused me, the moment I thought something was wrong with him.

"Where are you, Trev?"

"Somewhere, nowhere. Hell, I'm not even sure."

It's clear that Trevor is not going to be any help. So I listen closely through the phone to try and figure out where he might be. "Trevor? Trevor Matthews?" I hear a deep male voice come through the phone.

A/N

Hey guys! Happy one monthaversary to When Worlds Collide! I can't believe I started writing only a month ago.

But in anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Who do you guys think the male voice on the other end of the phone is? Hint: He is more or less the kindest person in the world.

Thank you guys for reading and don't forget to comment and vote.

~Izzy♥