BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 34

I have no words. I blink at the screen, then at Tray.

Screen, Tray.

Tray, screen.

"Answer it." He shouts.

My hands are shaking. I don't even know why I'm shaking. It's not like i did something evil and I don't want him to find out.

Finally, the stupid thing mutes. I look up and his cold eyes meet mine. The last thing i want is to argue with him at two o'clock in the morning, It's pointless. I'm tired of repeating the same explanation over and over again.

" I should have known." He laughs and shakes his head.

"Known what? That you still think me and Dave are a thing? That I'm dumb enough to forget what he did?"

Silence.

" Tray, you don't deserve any of my explanation. You don't deserve for me to even speak to you, I've been telling you countless times but you don't trust me. I'm tired, tired of you misunderstanding everything and overreacting." I yell.

Unwelcome tears soak my face as Tray steps towards me. I back away, my feet disagree and i fumble over them. Tray's hand reaches out to steady me but i slap it away.

I don't want or need his help.

I walk past him and grab my stuff. I hastily wear my hoodie as he watches me.

"Where do you think you're going?" He questions.

"Leave me alone."

"No, come here." He reaches for me but i back away.

" I'm sorry, you're right." He sounds exhausted.

What?

" I know i am." I turn away from him.

He grabs my arm.

" No, get off me!" I shake my arm from his grip. " I'm done Tray, You've made it clear you don't trust me."

His face falls with realization.

I slam his door as i walk out of the house. The moon is bright and the roads are clear. I hold my breath, waiting to hear his footsteps behind me. As expected, he opens the door, snakes his hand around my wrist and pulls me to his chest. I lean into him without hesitation, i want to touch him so badly but i know better. I can hear the heavy thumping of my heart beneath my chest.

His eyes are full of anger and i know mine mirrors his.

" Tray let me---"

I have no warning before he crashes his lips down on mine, the force of his mouth almost painful. Again I'm lost in Tray. Lost in the salty taste of my tears on both of our lips. Lost in his fingers, his touch and his warm chest.

"I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry." He says and kisses me again.

We break apart and i walk to his car. I'm not even angry at him, I'm just hurt. He doesn't say a word when he gets in.

Good. I don't feel like talking.

I turn the radio on and set the volume high enough. My fingers fiddle with my bracelet and i stare out the window as the drive continues. By the time we get to our street the tension between Tray and I has grown to an unbearable high. It's both driving us insane.

I reach for the door handle and Tray's hand reaches over to stop me. He brings his other hand to my chin and tips my head up so i have to look up at him.

"I'm sorry, please don't be upset with me." He says quietly, his mouth inches from mine.

"Okay," I breath, inhaling his whiskey scent.

" You're not okay though, i can tell. You're holding back and i hate it."

He's right.

" I'm not upset, I'm hurting."

" I know and i'm sorry."

I search his eyes, sad brown eyes.

" I'll spend the night with you, in your room, okay?"

I nod.

He walks in front of me, holding the door open and i follow behind him. We walk up the stairs quietly and into my room.

He leans back in the bed and pulls me down with him. He pulls me into his body and wraps me in his arms and close to his chest, his legs tangled around mine.

"I'm sorry." He says, his voice breaking.

He pulls me tighter and kiss the top of my head. "Goodnight."

His warm skin makes me breathless.

"Goodnight, Tray." I whisper.

His lips brush my neck in response and I fall into him even more.

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