Brand New Beginning (Sequel To Wicked Times), chapter 4
Once I turned into the familiar paved drive way; I stopped the engine and looked at the beautiful house for the longest time. I couldn't believe what had happened through out the years I had stayed in this house. This was the one time when I knew I wasn't dreaming. I knew I was alive. Not just living a dream... Still in a coma.
I rung the door bell. I stood there for what seemed forever. Finally the door opened. Tre stood there. His face was placid, too bad mine wasn't. Tre ushered me inside. I sat down on the couch wanting to cry, but not willing myself to. My face was set in cold hard stone so I wouldn't cry. I was afraid if I even blinked that I would start to unravel.
This was normal for couples to have fights like this, right? I heard times when Adie and Billie Joe had gotten into fights. They screamed at each other. Felt what seemed to be 'hatred' toward one another. They sooner or later got over their fights and made a sensible comprise. Marriages weren't perfect. How could they be when the people in the marriages weren't perfect either?
Behind some of the most cutest and loving marriages; by the media's standards, there could always be a feeling of bitterness and resentment... Looks could always be deceiving.
Tre broke the silence by asking "What's wrong?"
My voice broke a bit. I asked "What's wrong? Why would you think there is something wrong?... Why... Why would you think that?"
"Because Alex, your never this quiet. You haven't said a word. It's late at night. I just figured you'd be with Brook."
I smiled a little through my heart brake. I looked around the room noticing Jakob or Joey wasn't around or at least they weren't in sight. I screeched "Brook and I'm fine."
Tre said "Sure you are... Sure you are."
Wanting to not admit that something was wrong between us I tried to change the subject.
"Where's Adrienne and Billie Joe? Is Jakob or Joey here? What about Elena?" The shrillness of my voice had faded.
"Adie and BJ's off for a night of 'togetherness' with Mike and Brittney." Tre laughed. "Joey and Jakob are watching TV. Elena's asleep... Finally."
"Where's Ang..."
Tre cut me short. He sighed and said "She's sick. That's why I'm babysitting. She didn't want me to get sick. She said if I stayed she'd throw pillows at me. I went over to her apartment today. She's was running a fever and complained she was cold. I made her Ramen noodles." Tre grinned. "It was the only soup she had in that place of hers."
"Wow.. Tre Cool can cook!"
"Yep. You hungry?"
I asked "Is this some kind of trick question? Anyways I really don't feel like eating. I just wanted to visit my old bedroom."
Tre uttered nothing more.
***
I climbed the wooden stairs. I passed a few rooms until I reached the very last one the right. The door was shut. I opened it slowly ready to smell the staleness of the air. I looked around the room silently. The room had gone through such an enormous make over.
The two walls that were the longest were painted blood red, while the two shortest walls were painted black. The black walls were filled with all sizes of posters. There were various pictures put on the covered black walls. I looked at one. It was a picture of Brook and me sitting inside my red firebird. My hair was black. It flowed around my heart shaped face. My dark brown eyes glowed. My teeth were white. My smiled was lovely. I was wearing a V- neck tank top. The tank top was silk and blue. Black lace flowed around the bottom of the shirt. I was wearing a white tear drop necklace that was given to me by Tre.
Brook beside me, on my left, had his dark black hair jutting every which way. His hair had bright red tips. His shirt was dark black... A band shirt. His dark, mysterious, grey eyes were sparkling. His smile was a smirk, yet it was cute.
My skin looked pale and colorless against Brook's tan California skin.
I touched the picture lightly, turned my back, and headed toward my dresser that was painted an off white. I opened the middle drawer. Stuck there was a pair of light colored, wooden drumsticks covered with old newspaper and tissue paper. I carefully unwrapped my prized possession. I ran my fingers over the wood that symbolized my last link to my dead blood brother.
I dropped on the bed. Tears started to materialize in my eyes. I lay there, my mouth that was just a thin line had bunched up not wanting to fully allow my fear and tears to all rush out.
I rung the door bell. I stood there for what seemed forever. Finally the door opened. Tre stood there. His face was placid, too bad mine wasn't. Tre ushered me inside. I sat down on the couch wanting to cry, but not willing myself to. My face was set in cold hard stone so I wouldn't cry. I was afraid if I even blinked that I would start to unravel.
This was normal for couples to have fights like this, right? I heard times when Adie and Billie Joe had gotten into fights. They screamed at each other. Felt what seemed to be 'hatred' toward one another. They sooner or later got over their fights and made a sensible comprise. Marriages weren't perfect. How could they be when the people in the marriages weren't perfect either?
Behind some of the most cutest and loving marriages; by the media's standards, there could always be a feeling of bitterness and resentment... Looks could always be deceiving.
Tre broke the silence by asking "What's wrong?"
My voice broke a bit. I asked "What's wrong? Why would you think there is something wrong?... Why... Why would you think that?"
"Because Alex, your never this quiet. You haven't said a word. It's late at night. I just figured you'd be with Brook."
I smiled a little through my heart brake. I looked around the room noticing Jakob or Joey wasn't around or at least they weren't in sight. I screeched "Brook and I'm fine."
Tre said "Sure you are... Sure you are."
Wanting to not admit that something was wrong between us I tried to change the subject.
"Where's Adrienne and Billie Joe? Is Jakob or Joey here? What about Elena?" The shrillness of my voice had faded.
"Adie and BJ's off for a night of 'togetherness' with Mike and Brittney." Tre laughed. "Joey and Jakob are watching TV. Elena's asleep... Finally."
"Where's Ang..."
Tre cut me short. He sighed and said "She's sick. That's why I'm babysitting. She didn't want me to get sick. She said if I stayed she'd throw pillows at me. I went over to her apartment today. She's was running a fever and complained she was cold. I made her Ramen noodles." Tre grinned. "It was the only soup she had in that place of hers."
"Wow.. Tre Cool can cook!"
"Yep. You hungry?"
I asked "Is this some kind of trick question? Anyways I really don't feel like eating. I just wanted to visit my old bedroom."
Tre uttered nothing more.
***
I climbed the wooden stairs. I passed a few rooms until I reached the very last one the right. The door was shut. I opened it slowly ready to smell the staleness of the air. I looked around the room silently. The room had gone through such an enormous make over.
The two walls that were the longest were painted blood red, while the two shortest walls were painted black. The black walls were filled with all sizes of posters. There were various pictures put on the covered black walls. I looked at one. It was a picture of Brook and me sitting inside my red firebird. My hair was black. It flowed around my heart shaped face. My dark brown eyes glowed. My teeth were white. My smiled was lovely. I was wearing a V- neck tank top. The tank top was silk and blue. Black lace flowed around the bottom of the shirt. I was wearing a white tear drop necklace that was given to me by Tre.
Brook beside me, on my left, had his dark black hair jutting every which way. His hair had bright red tips. His shirt was dark black... A band shirt. His dark, mysterious, grey eyes were sparkling. His smile was a smirk, yet it was cute.
My skin looked pale and colorless against Brook's tan California skin.
I touched the picture lightly, turned my back, and headed toward my dresser that was painted an off white. I opened the middle drawer. Stuck there was a pair of light colored, wooden drumsticks covered with old newspaper and tissue paper. I carefully unwrapped my prized possession. I ran my fingers over the wood that symbolized my last link to my dead blood brother.
I dropped on the bed. Tears started to materialize in my eyes. I lay there, my mouth that was just a thin line had bunched up not wanting to fully allow my fear and tears to all rush out.
