She Is My Baby, I Love Her So, But It's Too Late Now, I've Let Her Go, chapter 26
Tre's POV
What was I gonna do? I was caught- I can't change that, can I? I need to get over there, yes! That's what'll do. I'll get over there, and beg, and plead, and then we'll have make-up sex. NO! Stop it Tré that should not be on your mind right now! Dina is a bitch. No doubt about it. I am so sorry Bailey baby...I am so sorry. I hope I can get there in time.
Bailey's POV
I sank slightly against Mike, before my conscience dragged me back to reality. I pushed Mike away, but he grabbed hold of my arms pulling me closer.
"No. Mike, stop." I panicked. "We can't do this, not now, not to Tré"
"Oh!" snapped back Mike "I'm guessing you forgot what he did to you. Listen Bailey I've known the guy practically my whole life. I know what he's like. I know what he enjoys, and dis-enjoys. He's a... a BASTARD!" barked Mike.
"No. No." I glared at Mike. "Don't you dare say that. Not after what you've just done. I love him so much, and we all make mistakes. No matter what. He was p... p... probably d... drunk. YEAH! Drunk, that's it. He was drunk. You know him, don't you? You know that after these awards things, Tré always goes out, and gets drunk. He was DRUNK Mike, drunk, drunk, drunk!" I screeched as I stood up from the couch, throwing my arms up in the air to emphasize my point.
"Shit, Bailey, don't you know anything-" I had had enough. I reached up and slapped Mike as hard as I could around the cheek.
We stood staring at each other for a few moments, both breathing heavily. Mike's face was flushed, as I expected mine was, and his left cheek was a bright scarlet, just like my palm.
I broke the silence.
"I think you'd better go, Mike." I whispered.
"Bailey, I'm sorry... "
"Just GO!" I screamed.
He didn't move, so I pushed past him, and locked myself in the bathroom. I heard him let himself out, and drive away.
I sat on the cold bathroom floor, knees hugged against my chest, for what seemed like hours. I fell asleep there, and was woken up by the doorbell.
"Jeez," I muttered, as the bright sunlight hurt my eyes. I tried to see who was outside the door.
"Bailey? Babes, open the door." Shit, it was Adie, with Steffi. I flicked half heartedly at my hair, and plastered a big smile on my face as I yanked open the door.
"Hi, sweetie!" I cooed as I scooped up my daughter. "Hey, Adie. Hi, Joey, and Jakob. Wanna come in?"
Joey and Jakob didn't need asking twice. They raced into the games room and switched on the new play station thing.
Adie peered at me closely as we went into the kitchen.
"Bailey, are you OK, Babes? You don't look too good... "
I forced a laugh. "Oh, cheers, 80! Nah, I... um, I didn't sleep too well. I was watching a, um, very...disturbing video."
"Silly."
Tré arrived home that evening.
I had just put Steffi to bed, and he was sitting on the couch in the living room. I bit my lip as I saw him sitting in the exact spot where I had kissed Mike.
Tré leapt up when he saw me standing in the doorway.
"Bailey I... " Tré stopped as I walked straight passed him, and poured myself a big glass of wine. Then I sat on my favorite squishy armchair, and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. I raised my eyebrows questioningly.
"Well," I asked.
Then Tré launched into a long speech about how he had been drunk, and said about Dina putting pills into his drink anyway, and how it had all been a big mistake, how much he loved me and Steffi more than anything, wouldn't want to ever hurt us.
I sat still in my chair, staring into my drink, until he had finished. Tears were streaking down his face, and I was fighting my own.
"I don't know, Tré." I muttered.
"Don't know what?"
I stared up at him, and all the emotions I had been feeling since yesterday burst out like water out of a dam. Or, slightly grosser simile, like the alien bursting out of that guy's gut in Alien. Anger, hurt, sad, confusion, everything.
"I don't know Tré!" I screamed. "I don't know if you love me. I don't know if I can ever trust you again."
Tré moved towards me, and tried to hug me tight. "You know I love you!" He sobbed. But I pushed him away, and moved to the other side of the room.
"You've got a funny way of showing it." I hissed viciously. "And I'm not finished. I don't know if I still love you. And I don't know if I want to stay married to you."
Tré took a shocked step backwards. "So w-what?" He stammered. "What do you want me to do? Leave you alone? Let you think things over?"
"Yes, Tré. That's exactly what I want."
TRÉ'S POV
I scrubbed hard at the tears streaming down my cheeks, before nodding slightly, and walking back out of the door to my car. I slammed the door, and punched out a number on my phone.
"Hey, Mike? It's Tré. Yeah, listen, I did something really stupid. Can I come over?"
What was I gonna do? I was caught- I can't change that, can I? I need to get over there, yes! That's what'll do. I'll get over there, and beg, and plead, and then we'll have make-up sex. NO! Stop it Tré that should not be on your mind right now! Dina is a bitch. No doubt about it. I am so sorry Bailey baby...I am so sorry. I hope I can get there in time.
Bailey's POV
I sank slightly against Mike, before my conscience dragged me back to reality. I pushed Mike away, but he grabbed hold of my arms pulling me closer.
"No. Mike, stop." I panicked. "We can't do this, not now, not to Tré"
"Oh!" snapped back Mike "I'm guessing you forgot what he did to you. Listen Bailey I've known the guy practically my whole life. I know what he's like. I know what he enjoys, and dis-enjoys. He's a... a BASTARD!" barked Mike.
"No. No." I glared at Mike. "Don't you dare say that. Not after what you've just done. I love him so much, and we all make mistakes. No matter what. He was p... p... probably d... drunk. YEAH! Drunk, that's it. He was drunk. You know him, don't you? You know that after these awards things, Tré always goes out, and gets drunk. He was DRUNK Mike, drunk, drunk, drunk!" I screeched as I stood up from the couch, throwing my arms up in the air to emphasize my point.
"Shit, Bailey, don't you know anything-" I had had enough. I reached up and slapped Mike as hard as I could around the cheek.
We stood staring at each other for a few moments, both breathing heavily. Mike's face was flushed, as I expected mine was, and his left cheek was a bright scarlet, just like my palm.
I broke the silence.
"I think you'd better go, Mike." I whispered.
"Bailey, I'm sorry... "
"Just GO!" I screamed.
He didn't move, so I pushed past him, and locked myself in the bathroom. I heard him let himself out, and drive away.
I sat on the cold bathroom floor, knees hugged against my chest, for what seemed like hours. I fell asleep there, and was woken up by the doorbell.
"Jeez," I muttered, as the bright sunlight hurt my eyes. I tried to see who was outside the door.
"Bailey? Babes, open the door." Shit, it was Adie, with Steffi. I flicked half heartedly at my hair, and plastered a big smile on my face as I yanked open the door.
"Hi, sweetie!" I cooed as I scooped up my daughter. "Hey, Adie. Hi, Joey, and Jakob. Wanna come in?"
Joey and Jakob didn't need asking twice. They raced into the games room and switched on the new play station thing.
Adie peered at me closely as we went into the kitchen.
"Bailey, are you OK, Babes? You don't look too good... "
I forced a laugh. "Oh, cheers, 80! Nah, I... um, I didn't sleep too well. I was watching a, um, very...disturbing video."
"Silly."
Tré arrived home that evening.
I had just put Steffi to bed, and he was sitting on the couch in the living room. I bit my lip as I saw him sitting in the exact spot where I had kissed Mike.
Tré leapt up when he saw me standing in the doorway.
"Bailey I... " Tré stopped as I walked straight passed him, and poured myself a big glass of wine. Then I sat on my favorite squishy armchair, and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. I raised my eyebrows questioningly.
"Well," I asked.
Then Tré launched into a long speech about how he had been drunk, and said about Dina putting pills into his drink anyway, and how it had all been a big mistake, how much he loved me and Steffi more than anything, wouldn't want to ever hurt us.
I sat still in my chair, staring into my drink, until he had finished. Tears were streaking down his face, and I was fighting my own.
"I don't know, Tré." I muttered.
"Don't know what?"
I stared up at him, and all the emotions I had been feeling since yesterday burst out like water out of a dam. Or, slightly grosser simile, like the alien bursting out of that guy's gut in Alien. Anger, hurt, sad, confusion, everything.
"I don't know Tré!" I screamed. "I don't know if you love me. I don't know if I can ever trust you again."
Tré moved towards me, and tried to hug me tight. "You know I love you!" He sobbed. But I pushed him away, and moved to the other side of the room.
"You've got a funny way of showing it." I hissed viciously. "And I'm not finished. I don't know if I still love you. And I don't know if I want to stay married to you."
Tré took a shocked step backwards. "So w-what?" He stammered. "What do you want me to do? Leave you alone? Let you think things over?"
"Yes, Tré. That's exactly what I want."
TRÉ'S POV
I scrubbed hard at the tears streaming down my cheeks, before nodding slightly, and walking back out of the door to my car. I slammed the door, and punched out a number on my phone.
"Hey, Mike? It's Tré. Yeah, listen, I did something really stupid. Can I come over?"
