Redundant, chapter 26
I couldn't stop staring at the door. Adrienne just walked out on me. I guess that I shouldn't have forced it out of her, but I must know what her problem is or else we could break up again.
Bull shit. That can't happen. Can't it?
Anydangways, after Adrienne stormed out, I ran over to Mike's room which was just down the hall. He rented that room because it was next to the kitchen. Once I reached his door, I immediately banged a fist on the wooden door, yelling out 'Mike, you bastard!'
Don't ask about the language.
Mike opened the door and replied "What's wrong with you? I couldn't sleep last night because of your sex!"
"Nothing's wrong with me!" I yelled to him but froze "how do you know that I had sex with Adrienne last night?"
"Dude, like I live right underneath you," He said as he started banging his fist against the wall "and these walls are like paper thin."
"Yeah," I said uninterested in what crazy shenanigans he had to say "whatever."
"So what's your problem?" He asked "why have you decided to come to me all of a sudden?"
"Adrienne," I forced out "she ran out on me this morning."
"She dumped you again?" He asked, not trying to sound like an idiot.
"No," tears started to sting my eyes "at first she got a phone call from her mom telling her to come back home but when she came back she was all teary eyed."
"Shit," is all the blonde hippy haired bassist could say.
"Can't help me?" I asked stupidly.
"No." he replied.
"Shit."
"Sorry."
"So what am I suppose to do now?" I questioned him.
"Go out there and find her." He said.
Honestly, he could have thought of something better.
"Whatever." I replied to his response.
If that previous sentence makes sense.
I walked away from his room and to the front door. Should I or shouldn't I go outside? What if I find her and she runs away from me? Steadily moving my hand towards the knob, I started feeling fear inside me.
"What if she doesn't love me anymore?" I asked myself.
I had a second thought.
"Nah, she doesn't want to tell me something."
No shit.
I slowly and with no rush turned the knob and steadily opened the door. I looked around the front yard to see if she was around, sobbing and crying.
No cigar.
I strolled out of the house and down to the footpath and looked both directions as if I was about to cross the road.
This is getting serious. Where the fuck is she?!?
I turned one direction and slowly started walking again. I felt like moving slow today for some reason.
No time to go slow.
I picked up the pace a little and kept looking at my sides, left to right. The tension was killing me, I had to find her and find out why she started to avoid me. It was ridiculous.
My pace changed to a faster speed as I began power walking. My tears were still stinging my eyes. What if the people I knew saw me like this? What would they think of me? They would think I'm a freak. Some kind of emo dude or something bizarre like that.
Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I was expecting someone I hated, but to my surprise it was Tré.
"Tré?" I asked stupidly "What are you doing out here?"
"I wanted to know what you were doing walking so fast," he replied "is that smudged mascara around your eyes?"
Must have been. I didn't remove my makeup from last night's band practise, so when my eyes were flushed with tears, they must have smudged the eye liner I had on.
"It's eyeliner," I corrected him as he handed me a handkerchief which was attached to another handkerchief which was attached to another one "and must you do that stupid handkerchief thing?"
"Yes I must," he answered "So why are you out here?"
"Adrienne ran away," I answered wiping the black smudge off my face "her mom told her something and she wouldn't tell me what it was so she ran out."
"Geez," he said "that's harsh, but cheer up dude."
"I can't," I snapped throwing the handkerchief back in his face without removing the entire smudge "I miss Adrienne because she's not in my arms right now."
"Well go and do I now," he ordered pointing in the direction behind me "there she is."
I turned around to face in the direction which my one-nutted friend was pointing towards. To my surprise, Adrienne was standing there in the distance.
She just stood there like an ice statue.
But she sprinted off after a few seconds. I turned back to face Tré.
"Don't wait up." I said to him.
I turned around again and sprinted after the dread locked brunette. She kept turning and switching directions.
She knew I was behind her. But she was no match for me.
Luckily for me, she turned into a dead end as I finally caught up to her.
"Caught you!" I yelled as I pinned her to the wall.
Her eyes were full of cold tears. She struggled to remove herself from my tight grasp but it was no use. My arms were too strong for her to handle.
"Why can't you tell me what your problem is?" I growled, trying not to be too rough on her.
"Because I can't," she cried out "it's too dramatic!"
"Dramatic," I repeated "this ain't no soap opera. Just tell me what your mother told you."
"I can't," she whispered "You can't handle it."
"Look Adrienne," I whispered back "I love you. I would do anything for you. I've done so much for you and you don't do much in return. If it weren't for you, I would be dead by now. You make me feel important. You keep me sane. If you never did that, there would be a bullet through my head or a cut on my wrist. Do you understand?"
She nodded but added "That's why I can't tell you."
"Please tell me," I begged as my tears returned "Whatever it is, I would just end up being more depressed if you don't let me know."
"Okay," she agreed "If you insist, I will tell you."
Now I wish that she didn't tell me. It was like lightning crashing down on my entire life...
Bull shit. That can't happen. Can't it?
Anydangways, after Adrienne stormed out, I ran over to Mike's room which was just down the hall. He rented that room because it was next to the kitchen. Once I reached his door, I immediately banged a fist on the wooden door, yelling out 'Mike, you bastard!'
Don't ask about the language.
Mike opened the door and replied "What's wrong with you? I couldn't sleep last night because of your sex!"
"Nothing's wrong with me!" I yelled to him but froze "how do you know that I had sex with Adrienne last night?"
"Dude, like I live right underneath you," He said as he started banging his fist against the wall "and these walls are like paper thin."
"Yeah," I said uninterested in what crazy shenanigans he had to say "whatever."
"So what's your problem?" He asked "why have you decided to come to me all of a sudden?"
"Adrienne," I forced out "she ran out on me this morning."
"She dumped you again?" He asked, not trying to sound like an idiot.
"No," tears started to sting my eyes "at first she got a phone call from her mom telling her to come back home but when she came back she was all teary eyed."
"Shit," is all the blonde hippy haired bassist could say.
"Can't help me?" I asked stupidly.
"No." he replied.
"Shit."
"Sorry."
"So what am I suppose to do now?" I questioned him.
"Go out there and find her." He said.
Honestly, he could have thought of something better.
"Whatever." I replied to his response.
If that previous sentence makes sense.
I walked away from his room and to the front door. Should I or shouldn't I go outside? What if I find her and she runs away from me? Steadily moving my hand towards the knob, I started feeling fear inside me.
"What if she doesn't love me anymore?" I asked myself.
I had a second thought.
"Nah, she doesn't want to tell me something."
No shit.
I slowly and with no rush turned the knob and steadily opened the door. I looked around the front yard to see if she was around, sobbing and crying.
No cigar.
I strolled out of the house and down to the footpath and looked both directions as if I was about to cross the road.
This is getting serious. Where the fuck is she?!?
I turned one direction and slowly started walking again. I felt like moving slow today for some reason.
No time to go slow.
I picked up the pace a little and kept looking at my sides, left to right. The tension was killing me, I had to find her and find out why she started to avoid me. It was ridiculous.
My pace changed to a faster speed as I began power walking. My tears were still stinging my eyes. What if the people I knew saw me like this? What would they think of me? They would think I'm a freak. Some kind of emo dude or something bizarre like that.
Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I was expecting someone I hated, but to my surprise it was Tré.
"Tré?" I asked stupidly "What are you doing out here?"
"I wanted to know what you were doing walking so fast," he replied "is that smudged mascara around your eyes?"
Must have been. I didn't remove my makeup from last night's band practise, so when my eyes were flushed with tears, they must have smudged the eye liner I had on.
"It's eyeliner," I corrected him as he handed me a handkerchief which was attached to another handkerchief which was attached to another one "and must you do that stupid handkerchief thing?"
"Yes I must," he answered "So why are you out here?"
"Adrienne ran away," I answered wiping the black smudge off my face "her mom told her something and she wouldn't tell me what it was so she ran out."
"Geez," he said "that's harsh, but cheer up dude."
"I can't," I snapped throwing the handkerchief back in his face without removing the entire smudge "I miss Adrienne because she's not in my arms right now."
"Well go and do I now," he ordered pointing in the direction behind me "there she is."
I turned around to face in the direction which my one-nutted friend was pointing towards. To my surprise, Adrienne was standing there in the distance.
She just stood there like an ice statue.
But she sprinted off after a few seconds. I turned back to face Tré.
"Don't wait up." I said to him.
I turned around again and sprinted after the dread locked brunette. She kept turning and switching directions.
She knew I was behind her. But she was no match for me.
Luckily for me, she turned into a dead end as I finally caught up to her.
"Caught you!" I yelled as I pinned her to the wall.
Her eyes were full of cold tears. She struggled to remove herself from my tight grasp but it was no use. My arms were too strong for her to handle.
"Why can't you tell me what your problem is?" I growled, trying not to be too rough on her.
"Because I can't," she cried out "it's too dramatic!"
"Dramatic," I repeated "this ain't no soap opera. Just tell me what your mother told you."
"I can't," she whispered "You can't handle it."
"Look Adrienne," I whispered back "I love you. I would do anything for you. I've done so much for you and you don't do much in return. If it weren't for you, I would be dead by now. You make me feel important. You keep me sane. If you never did that, there would be a bullet through my head or a cut on my wrist. Do you understand?"
She nodded but added "That's why I can't tell you."
"Please tell me," I begged as my tears returned "Whatever it is, I would just end up being more depressed if you don't let me know."
"Okay," she agreed "If you insist, I will tell you."
Now I wish that she didn't tell me. It was like lightning crashing down on my entire life...
