Nouveau

Chapter 11: I Ain't Sorry

"....Me and my baby we gone be alright. We gone live a good life..."

Tremaine

"Don't talk. Just tell me where you at," He was losing it.

"It's ok....I'm at-" her crying hiccups kept interrupting her.

"L, Breathe. Tell me where you are."

Calmly she sniffed, "Home."

"I'm coming to get you."

"Wha--. What? No Tre-"

"Right now."

After he performed his last song, Tremaine didn't even wait around. His assistant booked him a red-eye straight to the regional airport in Laive's hometown. When he landed people noticed him immediately and pulled their cellular camera's out. They didn't dare approach him though. At the time his aura was giving off a "Don't fucking ask me nothing" vibe. Getting his rental car from the front desk, Tremaine called her again.

"Hello," Her voice was nearly gone.

"What's the address?"

"Tremai-"

"Don't start that shit. What's the address L. I'm in front of the airport."

Obviously, Tremaine was furious. His sleep deprivation contributed to half of it, and he was definitely fed up with Laive at the moment. He couldn't make sense of why she kept putting herself back in a toxic environment. He got her two best friends Saniye and Javeah on the phone. Urgently, he asked them what the hell Laive was dealing with at home that always had her hiding something from him. They couldn't even get halfway through what Laive was going through before Tremaine's head started fuming.

"What the fuck?"

UNFUCKING BELIEVABLE. He was really trying to calm himself down.

"She ain't never told me nothing like that. I'm actually pulling up to her house right now. I'll make sure she gives both of y'all a call when we get to LA."

There were people who genuinely cared about Laive and her well-being. Why didn't she ask him for help? They had established a relationship where she could come to him for anything, at any time. L knew that. He called her again.

"Open the door."

The hoodie and basketball shorts he had on were not suitable for the weather. The snow on the ground had partially melted where he could see the grass. It was cold as fuck in Louisiana.

Laive's front door slowly cracked open.

"I'll be out in a minute...just let me finish packing my duffle bag." She whispered.

Laive

"Nah, WE. WE are going to finish packing." Tremaine nudged her out the way and walked in her parent's pitch-black living room.

"Are you crazy?!" Laive whisper yelled as she closed the front door.

He prowled down the hall way like he knew where he was going. Laive quickly ran after him.

"Where your room at?" Tremaine was being loud on purpose.

"No! Stop It!.. Be quiet!" She was whispering as loud as she could.

"Tell me where your room at!" His voice was a couple of decibels from booming.

Laive's pulse was accelerating and she thought she was going to die. Her parents would kill her if they found out she had a whole man in their house. Period. She prayed to the creator that he would let her parents, who were thought to be heavy sleepers, prove to be true.

She grabbed Tremaine's arm and pushed him into her room as she closed the door. The light was on and she noticed he was staring at where she slept. The thick veins in his neck told her he was about to explode. Laive was terrified. He had never looked at her like that. The hoodie was pulled over his head. His thick eyebrows were furrowed. Wrinkles were in his forehead. The stiffness in his posture and shoulders was stark. And with his lips tightly pressed together, Laive thought his face was going to crack. Intently watching him, she went to her transparent clothes bin, and begin to place items in her bag. The air in her room was choking her. It was the longest two minutes of her life.

Tremaine

His eyes were closed and he was slowly trying to count to ten.

One...

She was moving too slow.

Two...

Tremaine snapped.

He yanked the duffle bag from her hands and started throwing anything in it. He was throwing clothes everywhere.

"Ok...ok!" Laive was trembling in tears as she tried to fight him to snatch her bag back. They were tousling with the straps. Tremaine was furious. He was yanking and pushing her off him. "Tremaine! Please...I'll move faster." She rushed. Laive was hysterical as she reached for her bag again. He shook her off like a rag doll and refused to talk to her.

"Let me...Let me finish!"

As she struggled against him, he noticed her entire body shuddering. When he finally eased up, she weakly possessed the bag. She kept crying and slowly took deep breaths to calm down.

Laive fell to her knees, trembling.

She wept.

As furious as he was, Tremaine grabbed her canvas tote bag to place her wallet and chargers in it. Securing the backpack on his shoulders, he crouched to her eye level.

"Come here..." Both of his arms extended as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Easily, he tucked one arm underneath her behind and lifted her in the air. Laive wrapped her legs around his waist and sighed into his neck as Tremaine slid her duffle bag straps on his left arm.

"You not coming back L. You hear me?"

Tremaine felt her silent tears seep into the fabric where his neck and shoulder creased.

"Laive," He demanded.

"Ok...ok, Tremaine."

The way she sighed hurt him to his core. Grabbing her keys off the bed, he turned her light off.

"Stop crying. We'll be home soon." Tremaine held on to her as he locked her parent's front door, and carried her to the car. While she slept, he drove 3 hours to Dallas international, and made sure his assistant chartered a private jet to California for them.

He carried Laive in his arms to board the plane. The frigid air didn't even stir her, she was sleeping so peacefully.

"You gone be good Laive." Tremaine whispered into her hair. The jet was safely cruising in the air, and he held onto L as tight as he could without waking her. "I got you."

"I'll put a shirt or something on next time. My bad..."

"Studio later today, right?"

He knew what she was doing, Laive wasn't slick.

"Work out, vocal training, choreography session for the tour, THEN the studio later for you."

"....."

"Keep eyeing me like you crazy and they gone get stuck like that." Smart ass. Tremaine stiff armed her.

"Whatever. Goodnight Mr. Ain't This My House," Laive sassed. L stuck out her tongue and threw up the peace sign as she sauntered towards the stairs.

"Alright. Keep playing with me girl."