My Life With Tre, chapter 16
**At the hotel
I didn't want to go under my real name, otherwise people would start wondering, then so would the media.
"Ms. Emma Smith," I said.
I booked the room for at least a week. I'd need that if not more with the way Tre reacted. I don't think he'd ever forgive me.
I went into my room and just spread out on the bed. It was actually cool having the bed to myself, but then again, Tre clinging off me every night, scared of the dark, has kind of 'grown' on me to.
The next day someone knocked on my door, I thought it might have been the house cleaning or something, so I went and opened the door. When I got to the door, I was shocked to see no one there, just a bunch of red roses. It must've been Tre; he was the only one that knew my alias name.
I picked them up and brought them inside. On it, it had a note saying 'We have to talk'. I knew I couldn't face him, I just couldn't. And with the way he acted and hit me, I wasn't gonna stand for that shit from my husband, especially when I'm pregnant for fuck's sake.
I decided I would drive back to our house and pretend to get more clothes, then he would want me to sit down and then we would talk.
I left the hotel and drove back to Tre's house, and walked in. There was Tre, not sitting by himself, but with his ex-wife Claudia. And they weren't talking either, they were fully making out on the couch.
"What the fuck Tre?" I screamed at him as he got a jolt since I slammed the front door.
"Oh, Rhiannon, this doesn't seem what it looks like."
I could see HER smiling at me as if to say, "Ha I'm pashing your husband."
"Oh, so she just wasn't pashing you, then?" I said tears, forming in my eyes.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh...ummmmm," was all he could spit out.
"So this is how you get back at me? I get RAPED, and you fucking go and pash your ex-wife, while you're still married to me?" Then, all of a sudden, I got light headed and the room started spinning. I fell to the ground.
When I woke up, I was in hospital, and I literally felt empty inside. Tre was by my side, talking to the doctors.
"So what were you gonna name your baby?" said the doctor.
"I don't know, depending on what the sex was," he replied, sounding sad.
He walked over to me and held my hand, and started to talk to me. I couldn't put the words together, so I fully opened my eyes, and he yelled my name.
"RHIANNON!" He bent down and hugged me.
"What happened?" I said. Tre went quiet.
"We...we...we lost our baby. You were stressing out to much," he said.
I started to cry. "No, we can't have lost it, we just couldn't have! NO!" I screamed and started crying.
"No," I said. Then I stopped and thinked, and said to Tre, "YOU! Get out now! I saw you pashing...you, it was you that made me lose the baby!"
Tre was looking like he was gonna cry. I just laid there, crying my eyes out. I lost this baby, and it was his fault. I wasn't just gonna let him stand there and put it down to stress, well maybe it was half, but I wouldn't have lost it if it wasn't for him.
"No, babe, no, it wasn't me."
"YES, it was get out!" I kept yelling at him and crying, and the nurses must have heard me because three of them came running in.
"Sir, I think it's better if you just leave," said one while the other two were trying to calm me down.
"Ok," was all he said. Then he walked out, head looking at the ground.
Tre's Point of View
When I found out that we lost the baby, I knew it was me but it wasn't my fault she caught us pashing. Claudia came over wanting yet more money, the bitch, and she caught on that me and Rhiannon were having problems, so she just started kissing me. I was trying to fight her off when Rhiannon walked in the door. I knew I'd blown it there and then. When she fainted I freaked and told Claudia to fuck off.
She just stood there chanting, "Die, die, die."
When she finished, she ran out the door and took off, and I was left standing over Rhiannon, not knowing what to do. I called 911.
At the hospital when she woke up, I tried to tell her that that kiss with Claudia meant nothing to me. She blamed me for us losing the baby. It was true, it was my fault.
End of Point of View
I didn't want to go under my real name, otherwise people would start wondering, then so would the media.
"Ms. Emma Smith," I said.
I booked the room for at least a week. I'd need that if not more with the way Tre reacted. I don't think he'd ever forgive me.
I went into my room and just spread out on the bed. It was actually cool having the bed to myself, but then again, Tre clinging off me every night, scared of the dark, has kind of 'grown' on me to.
The next day someone knocked on my door, I thought it might have been the house cleaning or something, so I went and opened the door. When I got to the door, I was shocked to see no one there, just a bunch of red roses. It must've been Tre; he was the only one that knew my alias name.
I picked them up and brought them inside. On it, it had a note saying 'We have to talk'. I knew I couldn't face him, I just couldn't. And with the way he acted and hit me, I wasn't gonna stand for that shit from my husband, especially when I'm pregnant for fuck's sake.
I decided I would drive back to our house and pretend to get more clothes, then he would want me to sit down and then we would talk.
I left the hotel and drove back to Tre's house, and walked in. There was Tre, not sitting by himself, but with his ex-wife Claudia. And they weren't talking either, they were fully making out on the couch.
"What the fuck Tre?" I screamed at him as he got a jolt since I slammed the front door.
"Oh, Rhiannon, this doesn't seem what it looks like."
I could see HER smiling at me as if to say, "Ha I'm pashing your husband."
"Oh, so she just wasn't pashing you, then?" I said tears, forming in my eyes.
"Uh...uh...uh...uh...ummmmm," was all he could spit out.
"So this is how you get back at me? I get RAPED, and you fucking go and pash your ex-wife, while you're still married to me?" Then, all of a sudden, I got light headed and the room started spinning. I fell to the ground.
When I woke up, I was in hospital, and I literally felt empty inside. Tre was by my side, talking to the doctors.
"So what were you gonna name your baby?" said the doctor.
"I don't know, depending on what the sex was," he replied, sounding sad.
He walked over to me and held my hand, and started to talk to me. I couldn't put the words together, so I fully opened my eyes, and he yelled my name.
"RHIANNON!" He bent down and hugged me.
"What happened?" I said. Tre went quiet.
"We...we...we lost our baby. You were stressing out to much," he said.
I started to cry. "No, we can't have lost it, we just couldn't have! NO!" I screamed and started crying.
"No," I said. Then I stopped and thinked, and said to Tre, "YOU! Get out now! I saw you pashing...you, it was you that made me lose the baby!"
Tre was looking like he was gonna cry. I just laid there, crying my eyes out. I lost this baby, and it was his fault. I wasn't just gonna let him stand there and put it down to stress, well maybe it was half, but I wouldn't have lost it if it wasn't for him.
"No, babe, no, it wasn't me."
"YES, it was get out!" I kept yelling at him and crying, and the nurses must have heard me because three of them came running in.
"Sir, I think it's better if you just leave," said one while the other two were trying to calm me down.
"Ok," was all he said. Then he walked out, head looking at the ground.
Tre's Point of View
When I found out that we lost the baby, I knew it was me but it wasn't my fault she caught us pashing. Claudia came over wanting yet more money, the bitch, and she caught on that me and Rhiannon were having problems, so she just started kissing me. I was trying to fight her off when Rhiannon walked in the door. I knew I'd blown it there and then. When she fainted I freaked and told Claudia to fuck off.
She just stood there chanting, "Die, die, die."
When she finished, she ran out the door and took off, and I was left standing over Rhiannon, not knowing what to do. I called 911.
At the hospital when she woke up, I tried to tell her that that kiss with Claudia meant nothing to me. She blamed me for us losing the baby. It was true, it was my fault.
End of Point of View
