If there was still a cold expression on Theodore's face, Tracey didn't notice. In fact the sound of his voice only barely penetrated into her mind. She was standing just in front of the sofa, having not moved since she'd first heard Blaine's voice... because she couldn't. The sound of his voice and his threats had been like a trigger to Tracey. snapping her straight back to when she'd been his and he'd done with her whatever he wished.
His words kept echoing through her mind, and though Theo had been relatively unaffected, Tracey most certainly was not. He knew where Theo lived, he knew where her dance studio was, where she performed at night, he probably knew where she lived. And he was angry, they'd made him angry and he was going to find her and hurt her the way he'd always used to hurt her.
In her panic, the thought that Theo would protect her didn't even occur at first, habit and instinct told her that no one saved her when it came to Blaine. She just stood there, eyes wide and blank and distant. He'd snapped her back to the past and it was like she was lost; almost half-gone, overwhelmed in her fear and her memories of Blaine and all the things he'd done in the past to punish her. The snap of her bones, the hissing sound when he dug his cigarettes into her skin, the way his fists felt when they connected to her body. She was shivering, trembling as she held herself, but she didn't even notice.