My Life With Tre, chapter 15
"Nothing," I said.
"No tell me," he said.
"NO," I said.
"C'mon babe, what's the matter?" he kept fighting. He took me inside, and I sat down, and he sat down beside me.
"NOTHING, TRE! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" I screamed as I ran out of the house and grabbed his car keys. I took off in the car going to a bar. I was sure everybody could hear me. As I walked into the bar, I got several looks (everyone knew I was Tre's wife and that we were always together). I sat down at the bar, and the bartender came to me and said:
"What drink shall we be having tonight, darling?"
"Um, vodka please," I said to him. I planned on being here all night, or at least till someone found me here. I skulled it down and asked for another. It came to the point where I was drunk and was pouring my heart out to the man beside (who was, I admit, kind of cute.)
"Come back to my place," he said.
"No, I can't. I'm married and pregnant," I said as I showed him my growing belly and my wedding ring.
"Oh, still, you can crash at my house if you don't feel like going home tonight."
He sounded caring enough.
"Ok," I said,
"Let's go."
I finished as he led me out to his car and opened the door for me.
"Oh god, you're kind of like my husband," I said.
"Why is that?" he asked me.
"Well, he always opens the door for me when it's time to get in the car."
"Oh," he said.
I smiled at him as I got in the car. He smiled back. I knew in the back of my head this was so wrong, but hey, I was drunk and this cute guy was giving a lift to crash at his house tonight. How was Tre to find out?
When we got back to his house, he pulled me out of the car and into his house. He laid me down on the couch, and I started to go to sleep, but he started to pull my shirt off.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said helplessly.
"Giving you something your 'loving' husband can't," he said, and with that he started to rape me.
The next day I was lying with just a sheet over me. I woke up with a jolt and remembering what happened last night, I quickly got dressed and ran out of his house crying. I didn't even know his name. I felt so guilty. I also felt dirty, so I went round to Adie's house while Billie Joe was out and told her everything that had happened last night.
"Gosh," she said.
"How are you feeling? We'd better get the baby checked out too," she said, sounding like my mother. Speaking of her, she would be so disappointed in me right now. I wasn't even close to deserving Tre's trust after what happened.
After we went to the doctors (the tests results showed I and the baby were fine), we went back to our house (by 'our' I mean Tre's), and I sat there by myself. I told Adie to go home; I didn't want her here when I told him what happened.
**2 hours later
Tre came home, and as soon as he saw me he rushed up to me and said to me, "Rhiannon, are you alright? Where'd you go last night? You know how fucking worried I've been?"
I couldn't look at him, let alone talk to him and tell him what had happened. I just started bawling my eyes out. He looked at me with loving eyes and cuddled me. I pushed him away. I knew he would be so angry if I told him.
"What's the matter, Babe?" he repeated over and over until I started to talk.
In between tears I tried to tell him, "W...w...w...well last night, a...a...after I yelled at you, I kind of went to a bar and got pissed, and this g...g...g...guy asked me if I wanted to crash at his house, and I said yes." I just burst out crying more and Tre started to get angry. I could tell he knew where this was going.
"I went into his house and tried to go to s...s...s...sleep at his house, and then he started to r...r...r...rape me." After that word came out I just cried even more as Tre tried to settle me down. I could see his face go really sad like he didn't want me there.
"Why did u go and do that?" he asked me.
"I was d...d...d...drunk," I said still crying my eyes out.
All of a sudden Tre got up and yelled at me, "YOU silly bitch! I want you OUT, NOW!" And with that, he stood me up and slapped me across the face. I could tell he was fuming because his eyes went a different shade blue. I cried and yelled back at him, "Don't you EVER hit me across the face AGAIN!" I started to hear Leigh crying.
"I'll get her. You go and pack now. I want you out by the time I get back," he said as he ran up to Leigh's room.
I just cried than ran up to our room. As I ran past Leigh's room, I could see him sitting with our baby hushing her singing to her "Like a Rat Does Cheese".
I noticed and said, "Stop singing that her to her, YOU STUPID FUCK!"
I ran to our room packed at least three bags and ran back down the stairs. I grabbed the car keys and jumped into the car, and floored the car. I drove myself to an alleyway and started crying just as the song "Good Riddance" came on the radio.
"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road," Billie Joe sang. Tears stung my eyes.
I burst out crying. I decided I couldn't go home, so I went to go stay at a hotel for a couple of days, or at least until this thing between us settled down.
"No tell me," he said.
"NO," I said.
"C'mon babe, what's the matter?" he kept fighting. He took me inside, and I sat down, and he sat down beside me.
"NOTHING, TRE! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" I screamed as I ran out of the house and grabbed his car keys. I took off in the car going to a bar. I was sure everybody could hear me. As I walked into the bar, I got several looks (everyone knew I was Tre's wife and that we were always together). I sat down at the bar, and the bartender came to me and said:
"What drink shall we be having tonight, darling?"
"Um, vodka please," I said to him. I planned on being here all night, or at least till someone found me here. I skulled it down and asked for another. It came to the point where I was drunk and was pouring my heart out to the man beside (who was, I admit, kind of cute.)
"Come back to my place," he said.
"No, I can't. I'm married and pregnant," I said as I showed him my growing belly and my wedding ring.
"Oh, still, you can crash at my house if you don't feel like going home tonight."
He sounded caring enough.
"Ok," I said,
"Let's go."
I finished as he led me out to his car and opened the door for me.
"Oh god, you're kind of like my husband," I said.
"Why is that?" he asked me.
"Well, he always opens the door for me when it's time to get in the car."
"Oh," he said.
I smiled at him as I got in the car. He smiled back. I knew in the back of my head this was so wrong, but hey, I was drunk and this cute guy was giving a lift to crash at his house tonight. How was Tre to find out?
When we got back to his house, he pulled me out of the car and into his house. He laid me down on the couch, and I started to go to sleep, but he started to pull my shirt off.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said helplessly.
"Giving you something your 'loving' husband can't," he said, and with that he started to rape me.
The next day I was lying with just a sheet over me. I woke up with a jolt and remembering what happened last night, I quickly got dressed and ran out of his house crying. I didn't even know his name. I felt so guilty. I also felt dirty, so I went round to Adie's house while Billie Joe was out and told her everything that had happened last night.
"Gosh," she said.
"How are you feeling? We'd better get the baby checked out too," she said, sounding like my mother. Speaking of her, she would be so disappointed in me right now. I wasn't even close to deserving Tre's trust after what happened.
After we went to the doctors (the tests results showed I and the baby were fine), we went back to our house (by 'our' I mean Tre's), and I sat there by myself. I told Adie to go home; I didn't want her here when I told him what happened.
**2 hours later
Tre came home, and as soon as he saw me he rushed up to me and said to me, "Rhiannon, are you alright? Where'd you go last night? You know how fucking worried I've been?"
I couldn't look at him, let alone talk to him and tell him what had happened. I just started bawling my eyes out. He looked at me with loving eyes and cuddled me. I pushed him away. I knew he would be so angry if I told him.
"What's the matter, Babe?" he repeated over and over until I started to talk.
In between tears I tried to tell him, "W...w...w...well last night, a...a...after I yelled at you, I kind of went to a bar and got pissed, and this g...g...g...guy asked me if I wanted to crash at his house, and I said yes." I just burst out crying more and Tre started to get angry. I could tell he knew where this was going.
"I went into his house and tried to go to s...s...s...sleep at his house, and then he started to r...r...r...rape me." After that word came out I just cried even more as Tre tried to settle me down. I could see his face go really sad like he didn't want me there.
"Why did u go and do that?" he asked me.
"I was d...d...d...drunk," I said still crying my eyes out.
All of a sudden Tre got up and yelled at me, "YOU silly bitch! I want you OUT, NOW!" And with that, he stood me up and slapped me across the face. I could tell he was fuming because his eyes went a different shade blue. I cried and yelled back at him, "Don't you EVER hit me across the face AGAIN!" I started to hear Leigh crying.
"I'll get her. You go and pack now. I want you out by the time I get back," he said as he ran up to Leigh's room.
I just cried than ran up to our room. As I ran past Leigh's room, I could see him sitting with our baby hushing her singing to her "Like a Rat Does Cheese".
I noticed and said, "Stop singing that her to her, YOU STUPID FUCK!"
I ran to our room packed at least three bags and ran back down the stairs. I grabbed the car keys and jumped into the car, and floored the car. I drove myself to an alleyway and started crying just as the song "Good Riddance" came on the radio.
"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road," Billie Joe sang. Tears stung my eyes.
I burst out crying. I decided I couldn't go home, so I went to go stay at a hotel for a couple of days, or at least until this thing between us settled down.
