Left on the Floor

~Chapter Fourteen~

It's almost been a week and Trey still hasn't talked to me since we argued. I don't even know why it set him off so much. After a few days I stopped calling him, texting him, and trying to send messages through his friends. Nothing worked. I even tried asking Travis to talk to him... nothing. At this point I don't know what else to do.

I was walking around the house in sweatpants and a crop top from Victoria's Secret with my hair in a high bun.

"Chytown!" I heard Corey yell from upstairs.

"What?" I said with an attitude.

"Somebody gotta nasty ass attitude, I was gonna take you to get some ice cream but nevermind."

I ran to the foyer to see him standing on the catwalk part of the stairs.

"Wait! I'm sorry! Please I really need some ice cream right now."

"Still not talking to you?" He asked hinting at Trey.

"Nope..."

"Just give him time Chy, he'll come around. We alway do. Go put on some shoes so we can go."

I ran upstairs and brushed through my hair to make my bun look neater and put on some adidas soccer pants with my Taxi's. Once we got to Cold Stones, I made my bowl and then I added another bowl. On the way here, Corey agreed to drop me off at Trey's house to fix the problem. We left shortly after and headed to his neighborhood.

"Call me if you need me to come get you." Corey said as I was getting out the car.

"I will, if ma asks, you know the drill." Corey, Kareena and I have a system. Anytime we needed to cover for each other, we would say we were at each other's house and just go from there.

After Corey drove off, I slowly walked up the driveway and noticed that only Trey's truck was here. As I approached the door, I saw it was cracked open a little.

"Trey?" I called out. After a few minutes, I pushed open the door and it was pitch black with the exception of the street lights that were fading in through the windows. I slowly made my way through the hallway but ran into something out of place. I stepped on what sounded like glass so I turned on the light and saw pictures were thrown across the floor and flower cases were broken. "Trey!" I called out again, worry piercing through my voice. I stopped at his door the light from the hallway showed empty Ciroc bottles laid out on the floor. "Trélin..." I said out to wherever he was.

"What are you doing here?" I heard his voice from behind me, making me jump.

"You scared me." I said clenching my heart.

"What are you doing here?" He repeated in the same dull tone.

"I came to see you... I bought ice cream." I handed him the bag.

"Mhm..." He took the bag and threw it on the dresser.

"A thank you would be nice Trélin."

"I didn't ask for it in the first place."

I stepped back and looked at him side ways. "I was coming over here to apologize but I see you have other plans and you aren't listening." I started to walk passed him until I saw his eyes were puffy and bloodshot red. "Were you crying?" I asked.

"No, can't you see I was drinking dumbass."

"Who the hell you calling a dumbass! I'm over here tryna fix us so we can at least try again! Don't treat me like that!" I walked up to him and grabbed his face making him look at me. "Can you please just tell me what's wrong?"

He moved from my hands and went to sit on his bed. I slowly followed and stood in between his legs.

"Today's the 19th." he said simply.