"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Making room for your girlfriend,” she said sarcastically.
"You’re not going anywhere," he stated firmly.
Bri stopped and looked at him. "Watch me,” she said and began packing another suitcase.
"You promised you'd never leave me,” replied desperation in his tone.
"I lied.” She said sarcastically.
Ignoring him, Bri pulled off her dress and slipping on underwear, jeans, and T-shirt. She brushed her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. She picked up her suitcase and started for the door. Trevet blocked her way.
"Move Trevet."
"I won't allow you to leave me Bri,” Trevet growled at her.
"What difference does it make Trevet, you act like I'm not here anyway,” she said sharply.
"That’s not true."
"Whatever Trevet," she said pushing passed him.
Trevet grabbed her around her waist and picked her up carrying her back to the bedroom, bags and all.
Bri dropped the bags,” Put me down, you big ox!" She raged at him.
Trevet took her back to their bedroom, putting her down and locked the door. He leaned against the door. "Bri you can't leave me," he said earnestly moving closer to her.
"Do you honestly think, Trevet, I am going to share you?"
"I'm not having an affair Bri."
"Really, well then, Trevet why haven't we made love in over two months?” She asked unbelievingly.
"I just can’t.”
Forget the clothes," she snapped walking around him to unlock the door.
"Damn it Bri, just tell me, I'm tired of this!” He yelled.
"Tell you what!" She screamed back at him.
Trevet took a deep breath. "That Tyrone raped you, or maybe it wasn’t rape since you said nothing about it."
Bri stepped to him looking up directly in his eyes, her eyes darkening with rage. She balled up her hand and punched him in his chest has hard as she could.
"I hate you right now Trevet!” Turning she left the room. Bri was at the top of the stairs when she heard his next comment.
"Then he did. Was it as good as he claimed?” He called after her.
Bri rushed back to the bedroom. Trevet was sitting at the foot of the bed. She stood in front of him his head rose. She slapped him so hard her hand strung.
"I hate you!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face.
Trevet sat there holding his face. He knew he deserved that.
"Let me clear something up for you, Trevet. Tyrone didn’t rape me, I fought for me and my son life, didn’t you see him, and before I go let me tell you this, I would have killed myself if he had raped me, I would be dead! Do you understand?”
She turned and ran down the stairs. Trevet went after her calling her name. “What have I done?” Trevet muttered.
"Damn it, where are my keys," she muttered, looking around.
Trevet found her in the kitchen, looking through the drawers. "Brie," Trevet said his tone desperate.
"No Trevet."
"Please Bri, I'm sorry."
Bri turned to him. “You hurt me Trevet, and you believed a drugged out criminal, over me. What does that say to me? It says you don’t trust me!"
,"Bri, I didn’t,--I thought when he said you want...”
Bri put her hands over her ears. "Shut up Trevet, before I get sick!"
"I just-- he …,"
"Shut up Trevet, shut up!" She screamed. "Where are my keys?” She cried renewing her search.
Trevet held out his hand, there her keys lay in his large hand. Bri reached for them. He pulled her into his arms. Bri struggled. "Let me go Trevet!"
"Bri I'm sorry, please, I know I was wrong to feel as I did, but…,"
"You didn’t trust me; let me go!" She demanded. “If I did have sex with another man it would never be Tyrone."
Trevet tensed. “Don’t say that, Bri."
"Why not?” Trevet, you believed I did it with Tyrone, let me go!"
"Never! Bri, I love you."
"No you don’t, what's love without trust."
"You're right, I should have told you how I felt, and what Tyrone said."
"Let me go, Trevet," Bri said calmly.
"Are you leaving me?"
Bri shook her head. He loosened his grip on her, but didn’t let her go.
"I do love you Bri, you know I do, you are my life.”
Bri rolled her eyes turning away.
"You don’t believe me?” Trevet questioned, again pulling her in his arms. He lowered his head to kiss her; she turned away.
"Come on Bri, I've been an ass," he surmised let her go.
"Yes, you have Trevet."
Bri pushed passed him going up the stairs. She was angry. She truly did hate Trevet at this moment, how could he ever think she would keep something like that from him. Didn’t he realize how she scared was? She would have fought him to her death before she allowed Tyrone to touch her that way again. She went to her studio locking the door. She needed to be alone. She would sculpt something, maybe she'd calm down. Right now, she didn’t want to see Trevet.
Bri had started a bust of Trevet. She stared at the unfinished piece. Taking the carving tool, she plunged it into the plaster. The pedestal rocked off balance tipped and started to fall. Bri tried to catch it, but it fell, and a piece of plaster from the pedestal stuck into the palm of her hand. Bri looked around the room at the plaster splattered on the floor and walls. She fell to her knees and began to cry.
"Bri!” Trevet called through the door. "Bri!” He said again, trying the door.
“Go away Trevet,” she said hoarsely.
"Bri are you alright?” Trevet called through the door, turning the knob only to find it locked.
"Go away Trevet!"
"Open this door, Bri!"
"Go away Trevet!"
Bri sat on the floor crying, looking at the gash in her hand, as blood dripped on her lap. She had wet plaster, on her shirt, on her face and in her hair where it had sloshed up on her. Sitting back on her knees staring at her hand and crying, when the door crashed open.
Trevet was livid. She didn’t acknowledge him, just stared at her hand.
"Never shut me out Bri!" He yelled at her.
She looked up at him, her tears leaving trails through the plaster on her face.
"How does it feel?” She got up and walked passed him. In her bathroom, she tended her hand and ran water for a shower. Trevet didn’t follow.
Trevet sat at the kitchen counter. Damn him for being an idiot, she was right. It doesn’t feel too good to be shut out, just as he did to her. Will she ever forgive him, he wondered. She just angry right now. She had to forgive him damn it. He had to prove to her that he did trust her and beg her forgiveness.
Trevet stood outside the bedroom slowly he opened the door. The room was shrouded in darkness. Bri stood by the window of the dark room. Trevet walked up behind her, she stiffened in anticipating his touch. Trevet closed his eyes taken in her scent. Her hair was still damp from the shower. She reached up and wiped a strand of hair from her face. He noticed her hand wrapped in a white bandage.
"Bri?" He said softly.
"I'm fine,” she said and moved away from him, turning to look up at him.
"You hurt me Trevet,” she said woefully.
"I know baby, I'm sorry."
"Don’t do it again,” she said softly, and sat on the side of the bed, her head down.
Trevet went to her and kneeled down, in front of her. He lifted her head with his finger. She hadn't lowered her head for well over a year, now she was doing it again, all because of him.
She looked at him through watery eyes. She loved him so much.
Trevet noted the pained looked on her face, because of him.
"Are you going to leave me?” He gently asked.
"I promised I’d never leave you, Trevet,” she said softly and lowered her head again. He raised it.
"D
o you hate me?"
"No Trevet, I love you, fool that I am.”
His eyes closed for a brief moment of relief.
"Bri I'm sorry, you don’t know how sorry I am, my life is nothing without you and Aaron."
"I know Trevet, I know, I'm nothing without you."
“Could you ever forgive me, I mean I was very stupid,” Trevet admitted honestly.
"I've already forgiven you," she said, rubbing his face gently, looking at him intently. She leaned forward, and kissed the cheek she had slapped.
"I'm sorry, I hit you.” Her hand caressing the spot that she had hit. She leaned forward and kissed that spot. "I'm sorry I punched you.”
Trevet reached out and pulling her gown over her head, watching her intently, unbuttoning his shirt, and standing to remove his pants. Bare head followed his movements; she rose before him, pressing her lips to his chest, his arms wrapped around her. He raised her head and kissed her with the pent up emotion, he had held for her. She pushed him back and straddled him; allowing him to enter her warm, wet body. His hands touch her breast, fondling them with gentle hands, as she slowly rode him. Her eyes closed, her head fall back, moaning with each motion their bodies made. Trevet rolled her to her back. She looked up at him through passion-glazed eyes, her walls gently squeezing him to fulfillment.
"I love you Tre, you are all I need,” she said pulling his face to her kissing sweetly. Together as if in slow motion, they found each other’s love and joined forming a perfect union.
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