And He's Still Here (Sequel to They're Gone), chapter 4
I woke up with Tré's arms around me. I panicked slightly, then remembered nothing had happened last night. But just to be sure, I felt around to make sure I was wearing what I went to bed in. I smiled and turned so I faced him. I slowly crawled out of bed, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
I made chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, bacon, and cereal. As I was putting the food on two plates, Tré walked down, looking like he died.
"Whoa, what happened to you?" I said.
"I haven't gotten beautified. Have you looked in a mirror lately? You look like Mike when he hasn't had his coffee."
I winced. I knew what Mike was like when he hasn't had his coffee. I picked up his plate of food and held it over the garbage can.
"You know, a smart man like you should know when to shut up." I said, and tossed his food into the garbage can.
I walked out of the room and ran upstairs when he could see me. I pulled out my duffel bag full of clothes I had and changed into some jeans and a Misfits top. I drew on my eyeliner and walked downstairs in my ratty old converse.
"Where are you going?" said Tré.
"Someplace where... " A tear fell onto my hand. "Why should I tell you?" I yelled, and ran to my car. I threw my bag in the passenger's seat, turned on the ignition, and shifted into reverse. I started backing out when the passenger door opened. Tré climbed in.
"Get. Out. Now." I said, my vision poor from the tears. Tré stepped out of my VW and stood at his driveway. His eyes glistened with tears.
***
I pulled into Billie's driveway and stepped out with my duffel bag. My eyes were red and swollen from crying. I rang the doorbell and Adrienne answered.
"Adrienne, can I stay here? Tré... he's being an ass. And not like he usually is." She nodded.
"Some of my guests had to leave unexpectedly, so you can take their bedroom. Billie!" She called.
"What? I'm busy!" He yelled. "Ow! FUCK!"
Billie walked out with a cut on his face.
"See what you made me do? Now when I shave, I will have this one patch of hair on my face I can't shave off! You've ruined my beautifulness!" Then he saw me.
"Lyric what happened?!" He said, racing downstairs and hugging me.
Adrienne explained. Just as I got settled in, Tré burst into Billie's house.
"Lyric! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" I slowly and softly shut the door to my room. I laid on my bed, buried my head in my pillow, and cried myself to sleep.
***
"Lyric? Are you okay? Do you wanna come downstairs and have some dinner?" came Adie's smooth, calm voice.
"Is Tré down there?" I asked, lifting my head. She nodded.
"Then no. I don't wanna sit near that pig."
She sighed and left. A few minutes later she came back, two plates of food and two glasses of wine in her hand.
We ate in silence.
I made chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, bacon, and cereal. As I was putting the food on two plates, Tré walked down, looking like he died.
"Whoa, what happened to you?" I said.
"I haven't gotten beautified. Have you looked in a mirror lately? You look like Mike when he hasn't had his coffee."
I winced. I knew what Mike was like when he hasn't had his coffee. I picked up his plate of food and held it over the garbage can.
"You know, a smart man like you should know when to shut up." I said, and tossed his food into the garbage can.
I walked out of the room and ran upstairs when he could see me. I pulled out my duffel bag full of clothes I had and changed into some jeans and a Misfits top. I drew on my eyeliner and walked downstairs in my ratty old converse.
"Where are you going?" said Tré.
"Someplace where... " A tear fell onto my hand. "Why should I tell you?" I yelled, and ran to my car. I threw my bag in the passenger's seat, turned on the ignition, and shifted into reverse. I started backing out when the passenger door opened. Tré climbed in.
"Get. Out. Now." I said, my vision poor from the tears. Tré stepped out of my VW and stood at his driveway. His eyes glistened with tears.
***
I pulled into Billie's driveway and stepped out with my duffel bag. My eyes were red and swollen from crying. I rang the doorbell and Adrienne answered.
"Adrienne, can I stay here? Tré... he's being an ass. And not like he usually is." She nodded.
"Some of my guests had to leave unexpectedly, so you can take their bedroom. Billie!" She called.
"What? I'm busy!" He yelled. "Ow! FUCK!"
Billie walked out with a cut on his face.
"See what you made me do? Now when I shave, I will have this one patch of hair on my face I can't shave off! You've ruined my beautifulness!" Then he saw me.
"Lyric what happened?!" He said, racing downstairs and hugging me.
Adrienne explained. Just as I got settled in, Tré burst into Billie's house.
"Lyric! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" I slowly and softly shut the door to my room. I laid on my bed, buried my head in my pillow, and cried myself to sleep.
***
"Lyric? Are you okay? Do you wanna come downstairs and have some dinner?" came Adie's smooth, calm voice.
"Is Tré down there?" I asked, lifting my head. She nodded.
"Then no. I don't wanna sit near that pig."
She sighed and left. A few minutes later she came back, two plates of food and two glasses of wine in her hand.
We ate in silence.
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