Chapter 21
Danielle
I step into what used to be my bedroom and sink to my knees as a loud sob rips through my chest. I’m distantly aware of Miller behind me, holding onto my shoulders as I sob into my hands.
This place has been my home since the day I left Brett. It has been my salvation from a bad life, the place where I became whole again.
I glance around my room to find absolutely nothing. The room is barely a frame. My bed, my camera, and laptop, my clothes, all of my possessions gone. Just gone.
Miller grabs me under my arms, hauls me to my feet and holds me tight to his chest as I cry into his shirt. I feel his hand rubbing circles on my back as he tries to soothe me. “They’re just things. Things that we can replace,” he tells me. “It will be ok.”
I nod into his chest. I know he is right but it doesn’t change the fact that it still hurts like a bitch. I don’t know what I would do without him today. He has been my rock, keeping me going when all I’ve wanted to do is crumble into a ball and give up. I pull myself out of his arms and make my way around the room. I’m hopeful that when I get to my wardrobe and reach out for the door, something inside may have survived.
I swing the door open and jump back out of the way as the door comes off the hinges, falling towards me. Miller is there immediately, saving me from the falling door. He finds somewhere safe to place his hands on the charred wood and picks it up, placing it at the other end of the room.
I peek into the wardrobe and sigh as every last bit of hope escapes me. Just as I expected, there is absolutely nothing left.
I hear a gasp behind me and realize that Sophie has made her way into the room. “Shit, Dani,” she says, looking around the room, clearly stuck for words.
“I know,” I tell her. “It’s all gone.”
“It’s ok, it just gives us an excuse to go shopping,” she says with a fake enthusiasm.
“Yeah,” I smile, not wanting her to feel bad.
“Come on,” she says taking my hand and leading me out of the room. “I’ve got a few things we can share until we can get new stuff.”
I leave my room and promise myself that I will never look back. I’m starting new with Miller. A new perspective to go with my new home. I will be ok, as long as my friends are safe and I have Miller by my side, nothing can bring me down.
I make my way down the hall and into Sophie’s room, pleased to see she still has a few things worth saving. I help her pack up what she has left while Miller heads down to Jared’s room and gives them a hand.
Two hours later we’ve finished packing everything we can and with tears in our eyes, we say goodbye to our home.
I hop in Miller’s truck and we head down to the shops so I can get a few of the necessities I’ll need until Sophie and I can get to the shops to replace what we’ve lost and I must say, walking around the shops with Miller is a whole new experience which actually cheers me up.
His first stop is the underwear section and he does his best to fill the basket with the smallest pieces he can find. I try to explain to him that we are just getting the necessities and don’t need this stuff but he ensures me that this is definitely a necessity.
Our whole shopping trip goes pretty much like this. With Miller and I arguing over what counts as a necessity and a thirty-minute shopping trip turns into a good two hours before we finally make it to the checkout and he takes me to our home.
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I’m sitting in Miller’s truck, chatting away to mum and filling her in on everything that has happened in the past few days as Miller drives us to the ice rink for tonight’s game, which just happens to be one of the most important games of the season. The game that will determine if my boys make it to the Frozen Four, the semi-finals and finals.
I pull my feet up under me as I skim over the details of the fire and attempted rape as I don’t want to worry mum but also because I see Miller's knuckles turning white as he grasps the steering wheel as he listens to me recapping the details. I want Miller to be in the right mind frame tonight for his game, I would hate for my issues to mess with his mind and screw up his chances for tonight, even though I know he is a God on that ice and nothing can stop him, Hell, his anger from my issues would most likely stir him on to skate faster and hit harder.
I get to the good part of the conversation, letting mum know all about my new living arrangements and smirk as I watch Miller’s grip on the steering wheel loosen and smile to himself. I get another call coming in and quickly glance at the screen to see a private number. “Hey mum, I’ve got another call. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Ok baby girl,” she says. “I love you, keep me updated about Brett,” she demands.
“Will do, bye mum,” I smile.
“Bye darling, wish Miller good luck from us,” she says, playing her usual game of never hanging up the phone.
“Ok mum. I got to go, bye,” I rush out, hoping I don’t miss the other call.
I hang up before mum can get started on something else and suddenly feel uneasy about who could be trying to contact me. I hit answer and hesitantly pull the phone up to my ear. “Hello.”
“Hi Danielle, this is Officer Samuels,” she says in her too chirpy feminine voice.
“Oh hi,” I say. “How are you?”
Miller turns to me with a questioning eyebrow as he wonders who’s on the line. ‘Officer Samuels’ I mouth to him and pull my phone down to hit speaker so he can listen in on the conversation.
“I’m good, thanks for asking. Listen I have some great news for you,” she starts. Miller reaches over and places his warm hand on my thigh, giving it a small squeeze and smiling at me with encouragement. “We were able to get a confession out of Brett for both the attempted rape and arson so he will be going to trial soon. He will be behind bars until we can get him in to see the judge, which we are hoping for next week. So with both your statements and his confession, it will be an open and close case. Though, during his confession he slipped up and said that it was an attempt on your life, so looks like he will also be going away for attempted murder,” she says with pride. “God, it is great to get scum bags like that off the streets and where they belong.”
“Wow,” I say, not really sure how to feel about all this, after all, this was a guy that I dedicated a lot of myself to. I was in love with him, though, considering the beatings, attempted rape, burning down my home and apparently the attempt on my life, I guess he is going right where he belongs. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “That’s great,” I say as Miller grins over at me and squeezes my leg once again.
“Indeed, it is,” Officer Samuels says. “It would be good for you to be present for the trial next week, both yourself and Miller.”
“Ok sure,” I tell her. “Anything you need.”
“Excellent. I’ll be in contact with you when I know the details of the trial,” she tells me.
“Great, I’ll wait for your call.”
We say our goodbyes and I hang up the phone, placing it down in the centre console and glancing up at Miller in shock. “He’s actually going away,” I breathe.
Miller studies my face and slips his hand into mine and places them both on the gear stick so he can keep shifting. “You good?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think I am actually. I feel like a huge weight has finally been lifted and I’m truly free. I’ll never have to worry about him hurting me again,” I smile.
“You have no idea how happy that call has made me,” he tells me as he takes his eyes off the road and stares deep into my eyes. I realize he must be feeling the same relief that I feel, knowing he doesn’t have to continually be on the lookout for my safety.
I watch him as he continues to look into my eyes and I suddenly begin feeling very hot. “You better concentrate on the road,” I tell him. “Coz if you keep looking at me like that you’re going to miss your game.”
“Is that a promise?” he asks, his eyes darkening in hunger.
“You know it is,” I smirk.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Baby, don’t tempt me. I can’t miss this game,” he pleads.
“Ok,” I laugh. “I’ll be a good girl from now on,” I smile, innocently batting my eyelashes at him.
“You’re such a smart-ass,” he laughs as he pulls up at the ice rink.
I go to make my way out of his truck when his hold on my hand tightens and he pulls me back. “Wait a minute,” he says.
I glance back at him with my eyebrows pinching together, unsure what could possibly be keeping him. “What’s up?” I ask hoping everything is ok.
He gives me a brilliant smile which has my heart skipping a beat. He releases his seatbelt and turns to face me, reaching into the back seat with his other hand still firmly placed in mine. He pulls a box out of the backseat and hands it over to me. I take it from him cautiously. “What’s this?” I ask as I flip the box around to try and figure out what the hell it is. I turn more in my chair and face him front on to gauge his reaction.
He smiles at me once again with that amazing sparkle in his eye. “Open it,” he instructs.
He releases my hand so I can open the mysterious blue box. I glance up at him once again to find him studying me intently, looking slightly nervous and sick. “You ok?” I ask with my hand hovering over the lid of the box.
“Shut up and open the damn thing,” he demands with a sexy smirk.
“Fine,” I grumble, placing my hands down on the lid and lifting it. I glance down into the box to find a brand spanking new camera. What. The. Hell? “Are you serious?” I ask, looking up at him. Fuck. This thing must have cost him a bomb. “I can’t accept this.”
“You can and you will,” he tells me. “I know how much you loved your old one and I couldn’t stand the look on your face when you saw what was left of it and I promised myself that I would do anything it took to never see that look again. I know this will never replace the one you lost, hell, I don’t even know if it is the right brand, let alone a good one, but the guy at the shop assured me it was.”
“Miller,” I say, unable to find the words as tears prick my eyes and fall down. I put the camera down and climb across the truck and sit myself down on his lap. He wraps his arms around me and holds me to him. “Thank you so much. It’s perfect,” I cry.
“It’s my pleasure,” he smiles as he gives me a kiss. “It’s all set up and ready to go so you can use it during the game,” he tells me, bringing up his thumbs and wiping my tears away.
I beam down at him. “Seriously?”
“Of course. Anything for my girl,” he says. “You lost everything in the fire and I nearly lost you. I know there is still heaps of stuff that we need to replace but I wanted to help you start to rebuild that.”
“God, I don’t know how to thank you,” I say, turning into a blubbering mess once again at his use of the term ‘we’. “I love you so much,” I tell him from the absolute bottom of my heart.
“I know a few ways you can thank me,” he jokes as his hands wind down my body and grab my ass.
“Oh, I plan to,” I say giving him a seductive smile.
We walk into the ice rink and part when Miller has to turn off for the locker room. I spot Sophie up in the grandstand in our usual spot and I make my way up to her. I flop down into the spot next to her with a satisfied sigh.
“What’s up with you? You look all floaty and happy,” she gasps, feigning horror.
“Shut up,” I laugh, smacking at her shoulder. “I’m just having a really great day,” I beam to her, holding up my new camera.
“What the fuck?” she asks, gawking at the device in question in shock.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I laugh. “Miller got it for me, wanted to replace the one I lost.”
“Holy shit. He must have spent a bomb on this thing,” she gasps, taking the camera from me and inspecting it from every angle, then proceeds to take a few shots. “Fuck, this is nice. That boy must be head over heels in love with you.”
“Yeah,” I smile. “He is,”
We sit and fiddle with my new camera for the next 45 minutes, watching as the crowd around us fill every last seat, waiting to see if their favourite team will make it to the semi-finals. The Frozen Four in Chicago.
I go down to the merchandise store and make sure my girls have everything under control, which of course they do, after doing this for nearly the whole season. I purchase another jersey with Miller's number and name on the back to replace the one I lost in the fire, rip it out of the packaging and put it straight on.
I make my way back up the grandstand, getting stopped at least a million times by all Miller’s fans, asking how am I after the fire as one of the boys put up a post on the Dragon’s Facebook page about it.
I squeeze past all the spectators in my row and finally flop back down into my seat beside Sophie, giving her the absolute fright of her life. “Fuck,” she shrieks.
“Sorry,” I smirk, pulling my feet up on the chair in front and making myself comfortable. I pull out a bag of red frogs, hang my camera around my neck and get ready for the boys to come out and dominate the ice.