"It's him alright" Colt said in a low tow tone "Don't you worry, I'll handle this."
The steady hard knocks at the door seem to flow in symbolic rhythm with the storm outside. Colt was digging through the fire pokers all but ignoring Trevor's shouts, which were barley audible amidst the pounding winds and rain.
"Let me in baby, I'm not going to let you do this to us!" Colt pulled Eliza to his chest, both facing the door "You know I love you. I know you love me. I'm not going to hurt you ever again. It's so cold out here, please, just acknowledge that I'm out here."
Colt tightened his grip on Eliza, as if he could somehow force her to love him. "Ignore him, I got this." Colt whispered to her before he headed over to the west window.
"I'll talk to him, he'll listen. I know him really well. You just go wait in the back bedroom."
" No way! Your not going back to that. That's not who you have be anymore, not while I'm around."
Colt spread the drapes and lifted the window up, immediately cringing as the hard cold wind blew in full force, throwing his dark hair out of place and temporarily blinding him. Water pooled on the floor beneath the window. Colt straddled the window ledge, fire poker in his right hand, and in his left hand resting on his left pocket where his concealed weapon lay. He began to jump when he was temporarily stop by Eliza's voice.
"Don't! He will kill you Colt, please. Your to nice of a guy to get caught up in all this. Let me deal with it!" she pleaded, but he just ignored her. Eliza thought he looked very noble as his young innocent 19 year old body pushed through the winds and out of site, like a soldier heading into a battle he knows he can't win, brave and with no indecisiveness.
Trevor's voice once more pick up over the wind "Eliza. Your old teddy bear, Mr. Brown, I found one just like him. I spent forever searching for one, because I knew how much you missed it. Its not the same though is it? I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you, and I'm clean now. I love you. I know you. Most importantly though Eliza, I understand you, I get what you've been through and I understand. You can't tell me whoever your with in there understands you. Please, Eliza, come home with me..."
"No, he doesn't" Eliza thought to herself "Your always right Trev".
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