What Becomes of a Tragedy?, chapter 3
"Tre!" God, please let him stop. "TRE!" I see him look up and stop his car at the end of the driveway. I run up to his window - out of breath. He notices how out of breath I am.
"Are you okay? What happened?" I noticed that he was truly concerned, but before I could respond, he added. "Get in." I slightly smile and get in. He drives for ten minutes or so. Neither of us has said a word, but I had to speak up.
"Tre, I need to explain..." But he obviously thought different.
"Holly, I don't want you to feel as though you need to explain anything to me. You're a nice girl and I want to be friends with you... You don't have to explain now. I'll learn in time." What was I supposed to say to that? What could I say to this guy I just met and he's already seen me break down? He's already seen the side of me I loved to hide from my family. I don't know how he got me to do it, but I broke and started crying uncontrollably.
Then, he did something I wasn't expecting. He pulled off to the side of the road, turned off the car, and gave me the most emotional hug I've ever recieved. Not only was I crying, but for some reason, I could swear that he had started to cry, too. But I had to talk to him, I couldn't leave him out of the loop like this. "Tre..." I lean back a little bit to look him in the face and confirm that he had been crying, too. He looked me in the eyes and time - once again - stopped.
"Holly, you don't have to."
"But I do. You don't understand, I can't sit here and watch you cry over something you don't understand. Please let me explain." He simply nodded. I continued to tell him about how I grew up (the parts I had left out from earlier). I told him the truth about getting kicked out of school, but still graduating two years early. My pathological need for attention. But it was when I started talking about my parents that I got really sad. I had told him how they died. "Tre, I never got to tell them I was sorry. I loved my parents, but all I ever did was give them shit... I never told them how I really felt about them. And I want to apologize to you, too."
"For what?"
"For letting all this out on you. I have never had anybody to talk to - especially recently. After July, I shut myself off. I locked up. I normally don't talk anymore at all. I don't know how Jason got me to stay tonight, but I did. Your music made me forget everything that has gone wrong." Just then, Tre pulled into (what I assumed) was his driveway. We silently walked up to his room. I could tell by his silence that he didn't know to say and I was sure he had a million questions running through his head. He decided to speak up.
"Holly?" But I just wanted to be there with him, I didn't want to talk anymore.
"Tre... I know you probably have a million thoughts and questions you want to say and ask, but can you save them for later? Right now, can you just hold me, please?" Tre then gently puts his arms around me and holds on to me.
I don't know how long we had stayed there, just holding on to one another, but I was getting tired. "Tre, I'm tired."
"Would you like me to take you home?" He pulls back a little bit to look at me. He lifts my head up so I can look at him and he starts wiping the tears off my face. I look him in his eyes and say what I've been wanting to say.
"Can I stay here with you? I don't feel welcome anyplace else." He nods.
"Would you like some comfy clothes to sleep in?" I smile and he goes to grab me some pajamas. He brings me some pants and a shirt and leaves the room, gently closing the door on his way out.
After I change, I go to find him. He is putting pillows and blankets on the couch in the living room. I just silently stand in the doorway and watch him. When he is finished he looks up at me and smiles, "I'll sleep out here. You can have my bed, blue eyes." Him simply saying my nickname makes me smile. Not a forced or fake smile, but a real one.
"Can you at least stay with me until I fall asleep?"
"Sure. Anything for you, blue eyes." He starts walking me back towards his room with his hand at the small of my back. A simple gesture that caused me to get lost in my thoughts.
Why do I feel so comfortable around him? I hardly know this guy. I've only met him tonight and I'm sleeping at his house. Is this the attention I have been longing for my whole life? - Where are these answers when I need them?
I climb into his bed and crawl under the covers. Tre sits nest to me as I lay down. "Are you comfy? Need anymore pillows or blankets? Anything at all?"
"Yeah." I smile. "Could you lay down?" He smiles back and then does. He turns on his side to face me. "Tre?"
"Hmm...?"
"I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me tonight. It really means a lot to me." He smiles and places his hand on my cheek, leans in and kisses my forehead.
"Your welcome, blue eyes. Now try and get some sleep, please. You look exhausted."
"So do you. Maybe you should get some sleep."
"I will. As long as I know you're safely in dreamland." I smile, close my eyes and head off to my dreamland. A dreamland where Tre is around every corner with a smile bright enough to match those blue eyes of his...
"Are you okay? What happened?" I noticed that he was truly concerned, but before I could respond, he added. "Get in." I slightly smile and get in. He drives for ten minutes or so. Neither of us has said a word, but I had to speak up.
"Tre, I need to explain..." But he obviously thought different.
"Holly, I don't want you to feel as though you need to explain anything to me. You're a nice girl and I want to be friends with you... You don't have to explain now. I'll learn in time." What was I supposed to say to that? What could I say to this guy I just met and he's already seen me break down? He's already seen the side of me I loved to hide from my family. I don't know how he got me to do it, but I broke and started crying uncontrollably.
Then, he did something I wasn't expecting. He pulled off to the side of the road, turned off the car, and gave me the most emotional hug I've ever recieved. Not only was I crying, but for some reason, I could swear that he had started to cry, too. But I had to talk to him, I couldn't leave him out of the loop like this. "Tre..." I lean back a little bit to look him in the face and confirm that he had been crying, too. He looked me in the eyes and time - once again - stopped.
"Holly, you don't have to."
"But I do. You don't understand, I can't sit here and watch you cry over something you don't understand. Please let me explain." He simply nodded. I continued to tell him about how I grew up (the parts I had left out from earlier). I told him the truth about getting kicked out of school, but still graduating two years early. My pathological need for attention. But it was when I started talking about my parents that I got really sad. I had told him how they died. "Tre, I never got to tell them I was sorry. I loved my parents, but all I ever did was give them shit... I never told them how I really felt about them. And I want to apologize to you, too."
"For what?"
"For letting all this out on you. I have never had anybody to talk to - especially recently. After July, I shut myself off. I locked up. I normally don't talk anymore at all. I don't know how Jason got me to stay tonight, but I did. Your music made me forget everything that has gone wrong." Just then, Tre pulled into (what I assumed) was his driveway. We silently walked up to his room. I could tell by his silence that he didn't know to say and I was sure he had a million questions running through his head. He decided to speak up.
"Holly?" But I just wanted to be there with him, I didn't want to talk anymore.
"Tre... I know you probably have a million thoughts and questions you want to say and ask, but can you save them for later? Right now, can you just hold me, please?" Tre then gently puts his arms around me and holds on to me.
I don't know how long we had stayed there, just holding on to one another, but I was getting tired. "Tre, I'm tired."
"Would you like me to take you home?" He pulls back a little bit to look at me. He lifts my head up so I can look at him and he starts wiping the tears off my face. I look him in his eyes and say what I've been wanting to say.
"Can I stay here with you? I don't feel welcome anyplace else." He nods.
"Would you like some comfy clothes to sleep in?" I smile and he goes to grab me some pajamas. He brings me some pants and a shirt and leaves the room, gently closing the door on his way out.
After I change, I go to find him. He is putting pillows and blankets on the couch in the living room. I just silently stand in the doorway and watch him. When he is finished he looks up at me and smiles, "I'll sleep out here. You can have my bed, blue eyes." Him simply saying my nickname makes me smile. Not a forced or fake smile, but a real one.
"Can you at least stay with me until I fall asleep?"
"Sure. Anything for you, blue eyes." He starts walking me back towards his room with his hand at the small of my back. A simple gesture that caused me to get lost in my thoughts.
Why do I feel so comfortable around him? I hardly know this guy. I've only met him tonight and I'm sleeping at his house. Is this the attention I have been longing for my whole life? - Where are these answers when I need them?
I climb into his bed and crawl under the covers. Tre sits nest to me as I lay down. "Are you comfy? Need anymore pillows or blankets? Anything at all?"
"Yeah." I smile. "Could you lay down?" He smiles back and then does. He turns on his side to face me. "Tre?"
"Hmm...?"
"I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me tonight. It really means a lot to me." He smiles and places his hand on my cheek, leans in and kisses my forehead.
"Your welcome, blue eyes. Now try and get some sleep, please. You look exhausted."
"So do you. Maybe you should get some sleep."
"I will. As long as I know you're safely in dreamland." I smile, close my eyes and head off to my dreamland. A dreamland where Tre is around every corner with a smile bright enough to match those blue eyes of his...
