Monday morning she entered the office and went straight to her place. She did not want to see Mike. She had already lost a bit of her strengh and confidence again. Fortunate enough he was busy the whole day with meetings and conference calls.
Point five she shut down her computer and fleed home. Somehow she had the whole way the strange feeling somebody was following her, but through this LA traffic it was not possible to confirm her feeling, though usually she could rely on it.
Almost two hours later she drove into her street and parked her car. She was grabbing for her groceries when a shadow suddenly blocked the sunlight. She crawled out of her car. John was standing next to it. ‘We have to talk’, he said harshly. ‘No thanks,’ Trisha replied even as harshly and walked towards her flat trying to ignore him, as far it was possible. John followed her. With her bags in her arms she tried to open the door. John took her keys out of her hands and opened the door instead for her. There was no way now for Trisha to slam the door into his face, which was what she would have loved to do. He followed her into the kitchen, not before closing and locking the entrance door after him. Save is save, he thought. He did not want to be interrupted by anybody.
Finally rid of her groceries Trisha made her way back to the entrance door, unlocked it again and opened it. John though had already entered her living room, looking around. Nice, he thought. Ok, this is not going to work, Trisa noticed and closed the door again. She followed John into her living room. ‘What do you want now’, Trisha asked him coldly. ‘Insult me more? I am not willing to take this and if you do not leave right away I am going to call the police. John handed her her phone. Trisha dialed 911. On the other end a voice answered, ready to take her emergency call. Trisha started to talk and tell what was going on. Suddenly John was next to her, took the receiver out of Trishas hand who was too perplex to react on that and started to talk to the person at the other end. He said that his wife, she, had a bad sickness where she sometimes forgot who she and he was and therefore, it was all a big mistake and he excused for any touble caused. The person said it was ok and both hung up.
Trisha could not believe what she heard. How could anybody
be so impertinent and do that? Now it was not possible for her to call again
there. They think she is nuts. She tried not to yell at him, though this was
the thing she would have loved to do. But out of her experiences she knew that
this would not work and cause her just more trouble. On the other side she
herself was not up for another confrontation like the one on Friday. In a calm
voice she asked ‘What for did you do that?’ ‘Because you need to talk’, he
said. ‘Parden!’ Trish could not belive what she just had heard. ‚Why? Why do
I need to talk? What…’ she did not finish her sentence but instead tried to
hide her shaking hands. ‘I am ready to listen to your explanation for Friday
night’, John said generously. ‘Parden me?’ Trisha replied, she could feel how
she would soon going to explode. ‘Could you repeat that please? I think I must
have missunderstood something.’ ‘No, you did not’. John placed himself on the
couch waiting for her explanation. Trisha stood where she was, not able to move
at all. How was this possible, she kept on ask-ing herself. They glared at each
other, fighting a silent fight with their eyes. She lookes much different now
than the last time he had seen her, John thought. No, not really different,
better, he corrected himself and her anger really made her look beautiful.
Trisha felt his eyes laying on her and checking her out inch by inch. Not bad,
John kept on thinking.
His physical examination made her even more angry as well on the same feel
like a slut again. Suddenly John realised where his thought were wandering.
What are you thinking, he called himself back to earth. She was the girl who
caused so much trouble and was trying to ruin him!
Trisha noticed the change of his facial apperance. His eyes started to turn icy again and more gray than on Friday. He kept on looking at her. ‘And?’ Trisha started to count to 10. ‘What and? I have nothing more to say. I already told you what there is to tell. For that you would not have to take all this inconvenience on you and follow me from work all the way to my home! You can leave now.’ ‘Are you sure?’ John asked with a self-confidence that brought Trishas temper to a boiling degree. Trish could not hold back anymore. What an impertinent person. ‘You rather leave now Mr Griffin or,’ she did not finish her sentence. John rose an eye brow again. ‘Yes?’ he stood up. Trisha was already tall, at least she had thought so but John was nearly a head taller than she was. Again she could feel the strengh coming from him, the danger. ‘What would you do if I do not leave?’ John made a step towards her. Trisha fleed into the kitchen and tried to unpack the groceries. As she nearly dropped the packages of eggs she realised how she was shaking on her whole body. She really hated this guy. She was leaning her head against the refrigderator. She suddenly had a terrible headache. Why, why, why, she asked herself over and over again.
Suddenly their was a hand lying on her shoulders. She felt paralised. Trisha had troubles breathing. She felt that her tears were coming back. It was simply too much for her. ‘Please go now’, she said. John turned her around. Trisha was not able to say something. She was looking into Johns eyes. ‘What are you doing to me?’ he mumbled. His eyes now had a clear blue now, nearly like Chris. So they stood there, looking at each other. John lowered his head.