Talking
When he entered the living room he saw Trisha sitting
on her couch, a pillow in front of her, it holding it like a protecting shield
, looking straight on the TV as if the most interesting thing would be shown
there ever seen. He tried to speak to her but because of the TV it was
impossible, so he went to it and turned it off. ‘Hey, I wanted to see that
!’ she replied. ‘Aha, and what were you looking?’ ‘A quiet interesting, aehm
, documentation of wild animals.’ John raissed an eye brow, as she figured out
he always did when he does not belive the person. Trisha realised that he was still standing
in her living room, while her sitting on the sofa gave her a quiet uncomfortable
feeling of being in the weaker position. ‘Don’t you want to sit down?’ she asked
pretty rudly. He just stood there, looking down at her. Trisha had to leave,
he made her shiver again. ‘Coffee?’ ‘Yes please’ ‘Milk, sugar?’ ‘Yes and no
.’ Trish escaped into the kitchen. What does he want here? How could he just invite himself
to her house? She was maltreating the coffee machine when he came after her.
‘Hey, the coffee machine has nothing to do with it’. ‘With what?’ she nearly
yelled at him. How came that she could sence his prensence that much? He
took the cup out of her hand, went to the refridgerator and took out the milk.
Trisha was leaning at the counter, waiting for his reply. ‘Not here, lets
go back to the living room’, he said and left the kitchen. ‘Rather leave my
house at all’, she was mumbling. ‘Not yet.’ Trishas blazed at him. How dare
he. Further she did not come. Her mobile rang. She replied. ‘So, your lovers
here?’ He laughed. Trish let drop her mobile, how did he know? She realised
that John was looking at her. Was he involved in it? Could that be? Trish
picked up her phone again. No one was at the other end. Suspiciously she
looked at John. It must be, he must be involved, otherwise it would mean that
the person calling her would know where she lived and was apparently watching
her place. This thought scared her. Why? Why was this all happening to her.
Just a month ago her live was completely ok, all went as she ever dreamt of
and now? A total mess. ‘Scheisse!’ ‘Parden?’ ‘Nix, lass mich doch einfach in
ruh!’ John was looking at her. Should he tell her that he understood that?
Rather not, maybe it would turn out as an advantage for him. He looked at
her, wondering who was on the phone as her facial color changed from red to
white. ‘So, we should talk now.’ ‘Why?’ she aksed again. ‘I mean, you have
made up your mind so why should I even try to talk to you?’ ‘Maybe you can
change my impression.’ ‘What for shall I do that? I have no problem with it.
It is you that sort of cannot handle it.’ One point for her, he had to admit.
What was wrong with him? Why could she irritate him that much? Well, it is
clear why. She plays games with him and thinks she can get away with it!?
No chance. He had repaid her well for what happened and now she thought
she could make a fool out of him. He felt his anger grew back. ‘I dont
care what you think, but I think you owe me an apology and as well should
answers some questions of mine’, he said angrily. Trish looked at him
with surprise. Now her temper rose as well. ‘What the hell do you think
you are?! You come here, insult me, call me a liar and even worse and
now you think I should give you answers to question I do not know and which
are none of my business?! And apologize? Parden?! Out, get out here!’ Trisha
shouted at him pointing him the way to the front door. Both stood there,
looking at each other in dispise. Trish was boiling inside. How dare he could
even think of something like this. She spotted an ashtray grapped for it and wanted
to throw it at John. He on the other side realised what she intended to do
and came towards her. Trisha was not able anymore to throw anything at him,
as he hold her tied and took out the ashtray of her hands. ‘Now you
defenately crossed the line’, he said. His voise was calm now, too calm
and his eyes had a shade of darkness in it. ‘Ou, you hurting me!’ Trish in
her temper did not realise his change and tried to hit im with her other free
hand. He had no trouble avoiding her attack. Holding now both of her hands in
an iron grip Trish tried to get free. ‘Stop it’, he hissed. She did not
listen, she was trying to free her. He kissed her. She stopped moving and froze.
Hard and demanding he pushes his lips on hers. Recovering from her shock she tried a
second time to get free. He instead just hold her tider and even closer to
him. His kiss started to become more gentle and softer. Trish’s refusion became lesser and
lesser until she started to kiss him back. Suddenly he realised what they
were doing. He let go of her. ‘What, what was that all about?’ Trisha looked
at him in shock and confusion. John did not understand it himself. Why had he done
that again? He despised her so why did kissing her feel so right? Trish took
a few step back, getting her in a saver spot then in his arms. John was
confused. He had never acted like that before, had never lost his temper, never
felt so angry before as he did when she was around. His whole body reacted
on her. He needed to get away. He grapped his coat and nearly run out of
her flat.
Trisha stood there still in shock. What has just happen here? It was the second time he had kissed her and the second time her emotions were all upside down. She had never felt like this before. Not even with Zack. Memories of him came back to her though already a couple of years had passed since he died. She recalled how she got to know him, her first love. He had kidnapped her and out of it. Stop it Trish, wrong time wrong place. She had to deal with real stuff than living in the past.
Worst of all she had to admit that she sort of regretted it that he had stopped kissing her. This thought scared her. He scared her. She did not know why he made her so angry each time they got together but she could feel that it was the same the other way around. She nestelt into her cozy sofa. Trisha was confused, she did not know how she was supposed to react. Her phone rang. She picked it up. ‘How was he? Did you have fun? Hope you did as it was the last time for you!’ He laughed. ‘Shut up and leave me alone’, she just replied an hung up.