Don't Come Close

Chapter 5- Brie

When I went to sleep, I didn't expect to wake up where I did. I thought I would wake up and see the bugs crawling around on the filthy floor, that my shoes stuck to slightly as I walked across it. And I certainly didn't think I was going to wake up unable to move, wrapped in Trevor's arms. Trevor was spooning me. I was facing the wall, trying to remember being moved in my sleep. I must be a heavy sleeper, if he had moved me off of the couch and into his bed.

I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but his grip was tight around my waist. I tried tapping on his arm and quietly whispering, "Trevor? Let go." He just snored deeply, and slept peacefully. 

I tried again to break free, but found it useless. I tried to pull his arms off, but instead his grip got tighter, which squeezed my stomach so hard it hurt. I yelped and continued to struggle, until his grip finally loosened enough for me to escape his grip. I slowly crawled over him and off the bed, and as my feet touched the floor, he yawned and flipped over to face me. His eyes were still closed, but he quietly spoke.

"Where are you?" He asked.

"I'm next to the bed, why was I in it?"

"I... Where are you going? Come back please." He yawned again.

I tiptoed to the couch to check the time. It was almost 6 am. I'm not much of an early riser, so I was still tired. I walked quietly back to check on Trevor, who had wrapped his arms around the pillow that was under our heads, and was talking in his sleep. He wasn't saying words; It was more gibberish than anything I could comprehend while being half asleep myself. So I returned to the couch to finish sleeping.

When I woke up again, the trailer was full of light. I checked the clock to see it was 8:30. I stretched myself out, and heard Trevor snore deeply. I walked to his room, and he was still wrapped around the pillow, facing the wall. 

As I turned, he spoke sleepily, "Forgive me, please."

"For what?" I answered.

"You hate me now. You didn't say..."

"Say what?" I walked next to the bed.

His eyes remained shut. He yawned before saying, "The note didn't say you love me."

Note?

I walked back out to the couch. I examined it. I started cleaning trash off the floor and putting it into a trash bag. I looked around and saw there was more trash than could fit in the only trash bag I could find. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and grabbed my phone. I walked outside and looked down the street. Before I could walk around to see if there was a store, my phone started to ring. It was Tyler.

"What?" I answered.

"Are you okay? That crazy fucker got you!"

"No one 'got me', Tyler."

"Trevor Philips."

"I'm fine. Now don't call me again."

"Brie, I love you. We can work out a way for us to be together while I'm in the gang."

"No, we can't. It's the gang or me, and you already chose."

"If that is how you feel."

"It is, but Tyler? Don't get yourself killed. Stay out of Sandy Shores. Please."

"Okay, I will. And don't you worry about me, baby. I ain't scared of no white trash psycho."

"You looked pretty scared yesterday."

"Bye, Briella."

He hung up. I forgot what I was doing, so I turned around and went back to the trailer.