Alex:
I woke up the next morning in my bed. Don't remember getting up here by myself. Maybe some one brought me up here? Did Tré carry me? Did Frankie? No I would be too heavy for the little skinny boy. I snapped out of my heavy thinking and checked my night stand alarm clock.
2:47 PM
"Are you shitting me???!" I said aloud. I never have an alarm set because I don't have anywhere to be. But Tré usually wakes me up around 8 every morning for the past few days before he leaves to jam with the guys. This was odd. He always said he liked to wake me up because I reminded him of his daughter so it was like having her back home. He says that a lot. But maybe he was in a rush this morning? I tried not to think anything of it. Instead I went to the bathroom, took a shower, put on some high wasted jean shorts, a white flowy shirt with no shoulders on it, and my high top white converse. Cute and springy. I did my eye brows and went down stairs. Before I walked all the way down the steps Frankie pasted me. I waved and said Goodmorning. But he just looked at me and didn't talk or make any noise. Something odd was going on today. I didn't like it.
I walked down to the living room to see a very pissed looking Tré and a upset Sara. Me being worried picked up my pace and sat down on the other couch.
"What's wrong? Are you guys okay??" I asked them. Sara looked at me. She looked at Tré. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She closed it.
"Ill take this. Just wait in the kitchen for me babe." Tré finally said breaking the tension. Sara nodded and left the room. I was left with him. I felt scared. What is going on?
"I need to talk with you one on one. Alone." He said to me. I was confused. I thought we were?
"You can talk to me here." I replied. He rolled his eyes.
"Not here. Here go to my car and start it. I'll be right out." He said getting up and practically threw the keys at me. I got up slow and scared. What the fuck is going on. I thought they liked me. I thought everything was perfect. I went outside through the back door to the garage. I started the car and opened the windows to let some cool air in and help me calm down. It didn't help. Tré soon came in to the garage and opened the trunk. He put something in there. I couldn't see what. He quickly opened his car door and slammed it. He put his hands on the wheel and gripped it. His knuckles turned white and his forehead was resting in between his hands on the wheel. I started to tense up and become very still. I didn't want to upset him anymore then he is with anything I'm doing.
He put the car in reverse and opened the garage door. He sped out the drive way and shut the garage door from his remote. He sped down the street.
The ride was quite.
The ride was long
The ride was... scary
Upsetting
I don't know what I did wrong to upset him.
Finally. He spoke.
"This is all so fucking wrong Alex. I fucking kid napped you and god knows how many people are looking for you right now and if the police find you were at my house I'm fucking done. I'll be put in jail. Do you fucking understand that?? Of course you don't. You are just happy you met me. And you don't care what happens to you now."
I felt like cold water ran down my back. It was true. He kidnapped me. He could go to jail.
"But you didn't! I chose to come here! If anything I'm the one-"
"Shut up! Just shut up! Nothing you say right now can make ANY OF THIS okay! Do you understand Alex! I should have NEVER taken a part of your life." He cut me of. He screamed at me. I started to shake. I started to cry. I broke. What made him snap like this.
He started driving in a familiar area. It was my neighborhood. I couldn't say anything or do anything. I couldnt protest where we were going. I just cried. I loved him. And now he doesn't care about me.
He stopped outside of my house. My parents were waiting on the front step. They looked pissed.
"Im doing the right thing for the both of us. I already called them and said I found you looking for your phone that you 'lost' outside of my house. Its the right thing to do. Don't deny it. " he said. I looked up at him.
"But... but you said that you really liked me. And you keep relating me to your daughter. Why do you hate me know??" I said between tears and sobs.
His face went from pissed to sad.
"I don't hate you. I just need you gone. Its best for both of us." He got out of the car. He opened the truck and took out the thing he put in. My suit case... my things... how could he? He came over to my door. He opened it. He picked me up out of it. I couldn't stand on my own. But he stood me up. Gave me a big huge hug. His tear fell down on my shoulder. He kissed my cheek. I hugged him so hard back.
"I love you baby girl." He said to me. Its like he's saying goodbye to his daughter. He always related me to her. Always. Everyday. Everything I did. So I guess he's saying goodbye to her. I just kept crying.
Before I knew it. He was back in the car. And drove off. I was left with my parents and my suit case.
I can't be here again.
I will kill myself if I have to deal with my father again.
After all I left because of him.
Because of a reason I never told anyone.
Not even mom.
My father raped me. And did it again and again because "I love you".
I can't be back...
Tré.. you are a monster.. I hate you for putting me back here. I HATE YOU
