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look at each other, a little dumbfounded.
“Traxx… You have to open up. How are we going to help you if you keep us away from what’s happening to you?”
“I don’t need help.”
“I beg to differ.” I give him a hard look.
“What do you know about what I’m going through?” He’s becoming agitated again. I decide not to push the issue.
“Look, I didn’t mean to upset you. We’re worried, that’s all. How about you go rest for a little while.”
“Traxx, you don’t need to be so rude. We are your friends and family. You’ve gotta know that we only want the best for you.” Notso chimes in.
“Perhaps I need to give Uncle Logan a call… Maybe you should go visit them for a little while, get away from here for a few days…” Keagan is trying to reason with him.
“No. That won’t be happening. I don’t need my parents hovering over me. I just want to be left alone.” Shakily, he gets up off the floor, walks to the counter, grabs his keys and leaves the apartment. We stay in the middle of the living room, sadly looking at each other and feeling uncertain of what to do next.
Traxx
As I’m driving aimless through the streets, I’m trying to make sense of what’s happening to me. Although I’m not the person who pulled the trigger and killed Marcy, I do feel somewhat responsible. The guilt is on one side pulling at me. On the other side, I have these crazy visions reliving those horrible last moments of her life over and over again. She did say that I was going to pay the price and she was right. I’m living in my own private hell day in and day out.
Sitting at a red light, I’m waiting for it to change from red to green, when I hear a sound that completely transports me to a different place and time.
Bang!
I’m back in my old living room, looking at Marcy pacing back and forth, not knowing what to do. She lifts her gun and points it at my face, and just as she is getting ready to pull the trigger a horn brings me back to the present. I shudder and make myself move my foot from the brake to the gas pedal. As my truck advances on the road, I’m trying really hard to leave all the bad memories behind. I know deep in my heart I will fail miserably. Life is never that easy.
After driving for who knows how long, I find myself in front of Colton’s place. His truck is here and Brianna’s car is not. Perfect. I take a deep breath, jump down from my truck and go up to the door when I hear some noise coming out. I’m not sure if it’s the TV or the Xbox. It doesn’t matter. I ring the doorbell and follow with a loud knock on the door. I see his shadow through the hammered glass getting closer as he approaches to open the door.
“Hey, man, took you long enough. Notso called.” Colton says as he opens the door wide enough for me to come in.
“I drove around for a while, trying to clear my head.”
“And? Did it work?”
“Not sure.” He goes to the kitchen and comes back with a couple of cold beers, handing me one. I take a long swig. I realize how thirsty I am as I feel the coolness going down my parched throat.
“You better start talking, unless you want Brianna to get on your case. She’s on her way home, and you know how persuasive she can be.” Colton raises his eyebrows at me as his voice lowers as if she was already in the house listening to our conversation.
“Fuck.” If you see Brianna, you would not think she was an expert fighter who excels at personal defense maneuvers. The girl’s beautiful and made of solid muscle, without looking like a giant bag of steroids. She has been training all of us in their basement, which was converted to a gym, and she always wins. Her beauty will distract you while her hand and feet will get you. The girl packs a mean-ass punch.
“Get on with it. Or deal with her.” Colton laughs softly because he knows firsthand I have no prayer when it comes to Brianna. She will beat it out of me. Thinking of my best friend’s feisty
“Traxx… You have to open up. How are we going to help you if you keep us away from what’s happening to you?”
“I don’t need help.”
“I beg to differ.” I give him a hard look.
“What do you know about what I’m going through?” He’s becoming agitated again. I decide not to push the issue.
“Look, I didn’t mean to upset you. We’re worried, that’s all. How about you go rest for a little while.”
“Traxx, you don’t need to be so rude. We are your friends and family. You’ve gotta know that we only want the best for you.” Notso chimes in.
“Perhaps I need to give Uncle Logan a call… Maybe you should go visit them for a little while, get away from here for a few days…” Keagan is trying to reason with him.
“No. That won’t be happening. I don’t need my parents hovering over me. I just want to be left alone.” Shakily, he gets up off the floor, walks to the counter, grabs his keys and leaves the apartment. We stay in the middle of the living room, sadly looking at each other and feeling uncertain of what to do next.
Traxx
As I’m driving aimless through the streets, I’m trying to make sense of what’s happening to me. Although I’m not the person who pulled the trigger and killed Marcy, I do feel somewhat responsible. The guilt is on one side pulling at me. On the other side, I have these crazy visions reliving those horrible last moments of her life over and over again. She did say that I was going to pay the price and she was right. I’m living in my own private hell day in and day out.
Sitting at a red light, I’m waiting for it to change from red to green, when I hear a sound that completely transports me to a different place and time.
Bang!
I’m back in my old living room, looking at Marcy pacing back and forth, not knowing what to do. She lifts her gun and points it at my face, and just as she is getting ready to pull the trigger a horn brings me back to the present. I shudder and make myself move my foot from the brake to the gas pedal. As my truck advances on the road, I’m trying really hard to leave all the bad memories behind. I know deep in my heart I will fail miserably. Life is never that easy.
After driving for who knows how long, I find myself in front of Colton’s place. His truck is here and Brianna’s car is not. Perfect. I take a deep breath, jump down from my truck and go up to the door when I hear some noise coming out. I’m not sure if it’s the TV or the Xbox. It doesn’t matter. I ring the doorbell and follow with a loud knock on the door. I see his shadow through the hammered glass getting closer as he approaches to open the door.
“Hey, man, took you long enough. Notso called.” Colton says as he opens the door wide enough for me to come in.
“I drove around for a while, trying to clear my head.”
“And? Did it work?”
“Not sure.” He goes to the kitchen and comes back with a couple of cold beers, handing me one. I take a long swig. I realize how thirsty I am as I feel the coolness going down my parched throat.
“You better start talking, unless you want Brianna to get on your case. She’s on her way home, and you know how persuasive she can be.” Colton raises his eyebrows at me as his voice lowers as if she was already in the house listening to our conversation.
“Fuck.” If you see Brianna, you would not think she was an expert fighter who excels at personal defense maneuvers. The girl’s beautiful and made of solid muscle, without looking like a giant bag of steroids. She has been training all of us in their basement, which was converted to a gym, and she always wins. Her beauty will distract you while her hand and feet will get you. The girl packs a mean-ass punch.
“Get on with it. Or deal with her.” Colton laughs softly because he knows firsthand I have no prayer when it comes to Brianna. She will beat it out of me. Thinking of my best friend’s feisty
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