Tré Calling, chapter 6
I turned my head so that Tré only pecked my cheek.
"Tré," I said, shaking my head. "Look, I don't want a relationship right now, okay?"
"But, Maria. Come on!"
"Tré!" I shouted, getting angry at his persistence.
"Maria! Why the hell not?" He shouted in return. "Are you playing hard to get? Because it's sure as hell pissing me off!"
"Tré! I'm not fucking playing hard to get. When I said I don't want a relationship, I mean it! You don't understand why I don't want to go out with you, and maybe you should try to before you keep seducing me! Just because you think you're some sort of rock star doesn't mean you can have everything you want. I know you're probably used to groupies dropping to your feet and worshipping the ground you walk on, but I'm not like that!"
After my ranting, Tré honestly looked pretty hurt. Tears were starting to well up in my eyes, and I felt trapped. I turned around to go to the door and leave, but Tré grabbed my wrist.
I spun round quickly, eyes wide with memories returning.
"Get off of me! I haven't done anything wrong!" I screamed, trying to release his tight grasp.
"You sure as hell have. Don't think I don't know!"
He slapped me hard across the face and left me sitting on the stairs, sobbing my heart out.
"Tré, let go of me."
Tré looked hard at me, and his expression was one which was hurt.
"Don't go. I want to understand."
I looked up at him, looking right into his electric blue eyes. I could tell he meant his words. After a few moments of silence, I managed to move my lips to form words. "I'm not ready to tell you yet," I whispered, throat and lips dry.
I looked at him, with tears blurring my sight. I ripped my wrist out of his grasp, and ran out of the house.
I didn't have a clue where on earth I was going, but I kept running. Trying to get away from those horrible flashbacks which kept haunting me.
Time seemed to have flown; it was getting dark already and now the streets looked even stranger to me. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.
"Maria!"
I ran towards the familiar figure and bear hugged him. I was so glad to have found someone I knew, who could take me home. I buried my cheek in his familiar smell and grinned up at his friendly face.
"Hi there Nathan."
"Hey Maria. What are you doing here? I know you don't live here."
"It's a long story... any way you can show me the way home? I'm kind of lost."
"Sure."
Nathan walked me home, and although he wanted to stay to make sure I was okay, I insisted he go home. But I sure as hell wasn't okay.
I knew I had been a bitch towards Tré, but I didn't want to think about it that night. Once again, I had to use alcohol to pry myself out of the realms of the day and into the land of nod.
I ran up the stairs of my home into my bedroom. I had once considered this place a comfort zone; a sanctuary. But since he lived here it had become a torture chamber. A hell hole.
"You fucking bitch!" He slurred, shouting up the stairs.
I knew he was drunk, but there was nothing I could do. I desperately looked around for some hiding place. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my head.
I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs, occasionally cuffing his foot. He then slammed the door open and turned to face me. I could smell the alcohol from several metres away and it scared me shitless. I cowered on the other side of the bed and waited for the inevitable.
I awoke with a gasp and placed my hand over my chest; trying to calm my heart. I sneaked a look at the clock and realised it was going to set an alarm off in about 10 minutes. I then sat up against my bed post until I had managed to block aspects of my dream and last night from my memory. I knew that at some point, they'd be back but for now, I could pretend nothing was wrong.
I would apologise to Tré profusely for being such a bitch... eventually. When my pride allowed me to, that is. I would pretend that I was just hormonal. He wouldn't suspect a thing, and I would go on with my false pretences for as long as possible.
So I went into work as usual. I filed and faxed as if nothing was wrong. I went home at the normal time like any other day.
"Tré," I said, shaking my head. "Look, I don't want a relationship right now, okay?"
"But, Maria. Come on!"
"Tré!" I shouted, getting angry at his persistence.
"Maria! Why the hell not?" He shouted in return. "Are you playing hard to get? Because it's sure as hell pissing me off!"
"Tré! I'm not fucking playing hard to get. When I said I don't want a relationship, I mean it! You don't understand why I don't want to go out with you, and maybe you should try to before you keep seducing me! Just because you think you're some sort of rock star doesn't mean you can have everything you want. I know you're probably used to groupies dropping to your feet and worshipping the ground you walk on, but I'm not like that!"
After my ranting, Tré honestly looked pretty hurt. Tears were starting to well up in my eyes, and I felt trapped. I turned around to go to the door and leave, but Tré grabbed my wrist.
I spun round quickly, eyes wide with memories returning.
"Get off of me! I haven't done anything wrong!" I screamed, trying to release his tight grasp.
"You sure as hell have. Don't think I don't know!"
He slapped me hard across the face and left me sitting on the stairs, sobbing my heart out.
"Tré, let go of me."
Tré looked hard at me, and his expression was one which was hurt.
"Don't go. I want to understand."
I looked up at him, looking right into his electric blue eyes. I could tell he meant his words. After a few moments of silence, I managed to move my lips to form words. "I'm not ready to tell you yet," I whispered, throat and lips dry.
I looked at him, with tears blurring my sight. I ripped my wrist out of his grasp, and ran out of the house.
I didn't have a clue where on earth I was going, but I kept running. Trying to get away from those horrible flashbacks which kept haunting me.
Time seemed to have flown; it was getting dark already and now the streets looked even stranger to me. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.
"Maria!"
I ran towards the familiar figure and bear hugged him. I was so glad to have found someone I knew, who could take me home. I buried my cheek in his familiar smell and grinned up at his friendly face.
"Hi there Nathan."
"Hey Maria. What are you doing here? I know you don't live here."
"It's a long story... any way you can show me the way home? I'm kind of lost."
"Sure."
Nathan walked me home, and although he wanted to stay to make sure I was okay, I insisted he go home. But I sure as hell wasn't okay.
I knew I had been a bitch towards Tré, but I didn't want to think about it that night. Once again, I had to use alcohol to pry myself out of the realms of the day and into the land of nod.
I ran up the stairs of my home into my bedroom. I had once considered this place a comfort zone; a sanctuary. But since he lived here it had become a torture chamber. A hell hole.
"You fucking bitch!" He slurred, shouting up the stairs.
I knew he was drunk, but there was nothing I could do. I desperately looked around for some hiding place. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my head.
I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs, occasionally cuffing his foot. He then slammed the door open and turned to face me. I could smell the alcohol from several metres away and it scared me shitless. I cowered on the other side of the bed and waited for the inevitable.
I awoke with a gasp and placed my hand over my chest; trying to calm my heart. I sneaked a look at the clock and realised it was going to set an alarm off in about 10 minutes. I then sat up against my bed post until I had managed to block aspects of my dream and last night from my memory. I knew that at some point, they'd be back but for now, I could pretend nothing was wrong.
I would apologise to Tré profusely for being such a bitch... eventually. When my pride allowed me to, that is. I would pretend that I was just hormonal. He wouldn't suspect a thing, and I would go on with my false pretences for as long as possible.
So I went into work as usual. I filed and faxed as if nothing was wrong. I went home at the normal time like any other day.
