A Fork Stuck In The Road., chapter 18
I woke up feeling groggy. I took me a while to remember where I was. I had rested for a couple of minutes when a lady I presumed was a nurse came in to check up on me.
"Oh, Miss Armstrong, you're awake!"
I nodded and smiled feebly.
"Are you feeling a bit weak?" she asked me kindly.
"Yeah, I am."
"Well Mister Armstrong is waiting outside. When you get home you should sleep the rest of the day and keep your fluids up, okay?"
I nodded and tried to hope off the bed, but as soon as I had stood up I fell back onto the bed. Billie entered the room, and ran to help me up as soon as he saw that I had collapsed.
"You right?" he asked
He picked me up bridal style and carried me out to the reception where he checked me out. Then to the car, in which Tre was seated in. Tre opened the doors and helped me in. I was feeling achy everywhere, and I felt as though I couldn't support even half my weight on my legs.
We got to the studio, and then Tre helped me inside, onto the couch which had already been covered with soft doonas and pillows, probably by Mike.
I slipped under the doonas and, after much fuss over me by Mike, Billie and Tre, I finally got some rest.
[i]I was running. Running as fast as I could, through a dark corridor, the world spinning beneath my feet. I could hear him catching up to me; I could almost feel his breath on my neck. He was grabbing me, pushing me down on the ground. I screamed and screamed, but no noise came out. I struggled, trying to get out from underneath his death grip. He was to strong. He stripped me down, and started hurting me. He laughed; his laughter pierced my ears. I screeched at him to stop, but he just laughed louder...[i]
I woke up, panting, an hour later with sweat covering my face. I found Tre, mike and Billie hovering over me with a wet flannel, wiping my face. They saw I was awake.
"Did you have a bad dream?" asked Mike.
"Yeah," I said, still panting.
"You're burning up," said Tre, after placing a hand on my forehead.
"I feel really hot."
I was handed a drink, then left to rest and watch reruns of Seinfeld while the guys practiced. I slept lightly through the end of the second episode, but I woke up when I heard someone enter the room.
I propped myself up on one arm and saw Tre sitting in the chair next to the sofa I was lying on.
"Hey," I said
"Hey babe, how are you feeling?"
"Alright. Nah, actually I feel like shit, but I'll cope."
I muted the telly and painfully turned my body to face him.
"Tre, we need to talk," I said.
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, we do."
"Billie and Adie think we should break up," I said hurriedly.
Tre looked at me with no hint of surprise.
"What do you think?" he asked slowly.
"I- I...I think they're right."
"You do?"
"Tre, what if this happens all over again?"
"It won't, baby, I promise,"
"How can you promise that?"
"We'll be extra careful."
"What if the condom breaks again?"
"We just wont have sex at all then," said Tre, and I could see it pained him to say that.
I smirked. "And how long do you reckon that'll last, huh?"
Tre paused. "I don't care, I love you so much, I just wanna be with you."
"I love you so much too, but maybe I'm just too young for that."
Tre nodded. "I can't force you to love me, or stay with me. I'll always be there for you, alright? And I'll always love you."
And with that, Tre picked himself of the seat and walked out of the room to join the rest of the band for practise.
"Oh, Miss Armstrong, you're awake!"
I nodded and smiled feebly.
"Are you feeling a bit weak?" she asked me kindly.
"Yeah, I am."
"Well Mister Armstrong is waiting outside. When you get home you should sleep the rest of the day and keep your fluids up, okay?"
I nodded and tried to hope off the bed, but as soon as I had stood up I fell back onto the bed. Billie entered the room, and ran to help me up as soon as he saw that I had collapsed.
"You right?" he asked
He picked me up bridal style and carried me out to the reception where he checked me out. Then to the car, in which Tre was seated in. Tre opened the doors and helped me in. I was feeling achy everywhere, and I felt as though I couldn't support even half my weight on my legs.
We got to the studio, and then Tre helped me inside, onto the couch which had already been covered with soft doonas and pillows, probably by Mike.
I slipped under the doonas and, after much fuss over me by Mike, Billie and Tre, I finally got some rest.
[i]I was running. Running as fast as I could, through a dark corridor, the world spinning beneath my feet. I could hear him catching up to me; I could almost feel his breath on my neck. He was grabbing me, pushing me down on the ground. I screamed and screamed, but no noise came out. I struggled, trying to get out from underneath his death grip. He was to strong. He stripped me down, and started hurting me. He laughed; his laughter pierced my ears. I screeched at him to stop, but he just laughed louder...[i]
I woke up, panting, an hour later with sweat covering my face. I found Tre, mike and Billie hovering over me with a wet flannel, wiping my face. They saw I was awake.
"Did you have a bad dream?" asked Mike.
"Yeah," I said, still panting.
"You're burning up," said Tre, after placing a hand on my forehead.
"I feel really hot."
I was handed a drink, then left to rest and watch reruns of Seinfeld while the guys practiced. I slept lightly through the end of the second episode, but I woke up when I heard someone enter the room.
I propped myself up on one arm and saw Tre sitting in the chair next to the sofa I was lying on.
"Hey," I said
"Hey babe, how are you feeling?"
"Alright. Nah, actually I feel like shit, but I'll cope."
I muted the telly and painfully turned my body to face him.
"Tre, we need to talk," I said.
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, we do."
"Billie and Adie think we should break up," I said hurriedly.
Tre looked at me with no hint of surprise.
"What do you think?" he asked slowly.
"I- I...I think they're right."
"You do?"
"Tre, what if this happens all over again?"
"It won't, baby, I promise,"
"How can you promise that?"
"We'll be extra careful."
"What if the condom breaks again?"
"We just wont have sex at all then," said Tre, and I could see it pained him to say that.
I smirked. "And how long do you reckon that'll last, huh?"
Tre paused. "I don't care, I love you so much, I just wanna be with you."
"I love you so much too, but maybe I'm just too young for that."
Tre nodded. "I can't force you to love me, or stay with me. I'll always be there for you, alright? And I'll always love you."
And with that, Tre picked himself of the seat and walked out of the room to join the rest of the band for practise.
