When Worlds Collide

Chapter 18

"Kath. Kath, it's time to get up."

"No, I don't want to. Stay in bed... with me, please? Even if it's just for a few more minutes," I plead as I cover my face with the comforter. It's so strange. I'm usually a morning person, but today I just want to stay in bed and snuggle into Trevor - and stay that way until my bladder eventually forces me to get out of bed.

"Okay. Fine you win. I guess Vance will just have to deal with his two best employees coming in a little bit late today." Trev slides back under the comforter and pulls me to his chest.

I snuggle further into him and just take in him and his delicious Trevor-caffeine-scent.

But something isn't right. I catch a whiff of alcohol? And not the clean, sterile, clinical kind, but the kind that you smell on a drunk or at a college party.

I feel Trevor shift underneath me. "Stop," I try to will him but he keeps moving - shrugging me off of him.

I slowly flutter my eyes open. I feel a little bit hazy and the sun coming in from the car window is blinding me... wait a minute, car window?

When I finally gather my equilibrium, all of last night's events flood my memory. Trevor, the exhibition, Trevor, The Inn, Trevor.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just really need to use the bathroom," Trevor's hoarse voice startles me out of my little reverie. He must've just woken up.

I stare at him, not sure how to reply. Honestly, I don't even know if I should even reply. My head is telling me to drive away as fast as I can once he's out of the car. My head is telling me that he doesn't deserve the time of day. My head is telling me I should leave him high and dry just like he left me.

But my heart is broken and just wants him to wrap me in his arms and hold me until it is whole once more.

I quickly look away from his penetrating gaze. I can still feel his indigo eyes on me, but I'm to much of a coward to look back at him again. I know that if I look at him again, I won't be able to hold back the tears desperately trying to escape my eyes.

After a few moments of complete silence, Trevor gets out of the car. I wait for his door to close so that I can speed off and never look back.

But the door doesn't close. Feeling curious rather than brave, I steal a quick glance in his direction. His hand is reaching for me. "Come up with me?" His voice sounds pleading.

Just the way his voice sounds so broken, makes me nod my head and take his outstretched hand. Look, I'm still furious with him, but it does feel heavenly to have my fingers intertwined in his.

We silently make our way up to his apartment - both of us too afraid to utter a single word.

Once in his apartment he leads me to the kitchen. I take a seat at the kitchen island and try to look anywhere other than at him.

"Please don't leave. At least not until we've talked." He pleads once again. I nod.

"Please Kath?"

"For Christ's sake Trevor, just go to the fricken bathroom. I'm not going anywhere," I snap at him.

I can see him slightly relax now that he knows I won't run away as soon as he heads to the bathroom. But I must say that I feel a little bit insulted that he thinks I would just run away from my problems. Sure I want to run away, but I wouldn't - it's just not who I am.

He sprints to the bathroom - looks like he really did need to go - and leaves me alone in the kitchen.

After a little while of just sitting and contemplating my life choices, my stomach growls loudly. I realise that I haven't eaten anything since yesterday during lunch. No wonder I'm famished.