Till The End Of Time

Chp. 6

Cookie's P.O.V:
The car ride home was real awkward and silent. There's so many things to be said I just don't know where to begin. Do I start from 2 years ago or 2 days ago? My mind Is racing and it just gives me a headache to even think about the subject.
Tommie's P.O.V:
I can't speak to Cookie I loved and I care for her although she may not think it, but I'm just upset with her. I don't even want to look at her I feel like I'm looking at my mother when I do.
When we arrived to my house I showed her the guest room. I don't live the fanciest but I live well, 3 bedroom home 2 baths.. I'm the only one who lives here but I have guest from time to time.
"Aight Cook you can stay here, there's some extra clothes in the drawer, the bathroom is right down the hall, and if you hungry the kitchen downstairs help yo self... but I'm assuming you ain't hungry since you ate Mikes Popeyes" I chuckled.
I was trying to lighten the mood, but I could tell it didn't work, so I decided to just walk out.
"Tommie.. why can't you look at me?"
I didn't turn around, I kept my back to her
"Because I can't see you like this Cook, we'll talk in the morning. I'll be down the hall if you need me, goodnight."
Cookie's P.O.V:
I couldn't sleep no matter how hard I try. I know I'm safe I just don't feel safe, I need Tommie. So I decided to walk to his room.
"Tommie? Are you awake?"
"Kind of.. what's wrong Cook?"
"I can't sleep.. can I lay with you?"
"Is that a good-"
"Please?"
He gestured for me to come and I laid myself underneath the covers with, just like old times.
"Tommie?"
"Hmm?"
"Why did you fall out of love with me?"
"Cook..." he did a long tired sigh
"Please Tommie... I just need to know"
I really did, maybe I can learn to trust him if I just knew. I turned to face him, although we were in the dark I wanted to make it feel like we're making eye contact, but he turned away.
"I can't tell you Cook. It's not what you think"
My eyes closed and I felt a tear drop my eye
"Was there... someone else?"
"No, now get some rest"
I don't know if I believed him. I turned the other way and went to sleep.
Tommie's P.O.V:
I woke up around 8 in the morning, and Cookie was still sound asleep. She must've really been in her feelings last night, I wanted to tell her the truth and even ask her some questions of my own, but I wasn't ready yet.
I got up and went for a run, I needed some time to myself, to vent, to think.
Cookie's P.O.V:
I woke up around 9:30, and.. Oh. My. God. Last night, I feel like an idiot. You know the feeling of a college girl who was drunk at a college party and went back to one of the guys dorm then in the morning they take that walk of shame back home? Well that's me right now.
He didn't even want to hear me out. I called for Tommie, but he wasn't here. I figured he went out for some fresh air so I decided to take a shower.
I took a much needed long shower, my fingers started to get wrinkly and the water was no longer hot. That's how I knew it was time to go, showers just help put me into deep thoughts. I was thinking on this talk Tommie and I need to have rather sooner than later, I just didn't know how to tell him
Tommie's P.O.V:
I got home and Cookie was in the the shower, I ran to the gym and showered there so when I got back I wouldn't have an excuse as to why I couldn't talk to Cookie.
                 *Knock Knock*
"Yea?" Cookie called out
"Uhm I went to pick up some clothes and other belongings for you"
She opened the door in a towel, she was beautiful but I looked away.
"Thanks, I'll be out in a few... and Tommie you know we need to talk, right?"
"Yea" I let out a sigh
Cookie's P.O.V:
I went to my room and started putting the stuff Tommie got me away as he entered.
"Hey Cook, how you feelin?"
"I'm good under the circumstances, I guess"
"Well you look better, so let's get to the point.. what is Rashad to you?" I can't make out his tone is he worried, calm, does he even care or is he asking because he sees the condition I'm in?
I can't look at him, I refuse, I look at the floor and try to fight the tears.
"Well... he ain't my boyfriend. I thought he cared about me.. he told me he loved me and I believed him, until he switched up.." I felt the tears fall and I had a dry lump in the middle of my throat, I'm going to feel so ashamed.
Tommie's P.O.V:
I didn't want to rush her, I can see the pain screaming out of her. I didn't know to do.
"Well... what was he to you then?"
I grabbed her hand and started to gently stroke it.
She looked up at me then back down,
"My pimp" she said in a soft whisper.