This chapter is short, but it focuses on the
thoughts of both Kim and Tommy. It reveals a little about their
feelings and pasts to themselves. Please read and review!
'God, I am so sick of this,' Kim thought. She knew she was wrong in leaving Tommy like that. Of course the letter was stupid. 'There wasn't another way, though.' Kim was used to this internal monologue, and, although it drove her crazy, it was another way to go to sleep at night. She sat in the bed at the local Motel Six, wishing again and again she could have come back before that. She felt bad for leaving it so long, and for not telling Tommy the truth at Muranthius, and again today in the parking lot by the lake. She felt almost like she had betrayed not only him and herself, but the world, by lying to him at their spot. The place where so many firsts in their relationship occurred. First kiss, first date, first 'I love you' shared. And she looked him in the eyes, and lied. 'I was so ready to tell him the truth. No you weren't.' Sometimes she really felt like she had a split personality.
And as she curled up, circling her arms around the warm body beside her, she tried hoping for peaceful dreams.
'You lose your focus around her, man. Something about that girl drives you insane. You can't fight, sleep, or eat around her.' Tommy tried landing a solid kick in at the punching bag, but it grazed over the vinyl surface with a soft smack, no damage done. 'Maybe it's because at one point you didn't need to with her. She provided all the life you needed.' Tommy gave up, and walked upstairs. As he prepared to take his shower, hopefully to wash away the stains of today and the past, he thought idly about the whys of Kim's return. There was something-something missing from her eyes when she spoke to Tommy. And it wasn't in the emptiness of her eyes. It was in the way she spoke. Her eyes didn't move with her words. They moved ahead, planning what to say next. The trademark way to lie. And Tommy knew she was holding something back. But some part, probably the sane part, of his mind really didn't want to know what that 'something' was. He turned the water on of the shower, as hot as his already burning flesh could stand it. He used the tile to lean himself on as the near boiling point water washed the dirt of today off his back. He ran the many scenarios through his head. He went through every movement Kim might have made, every word said, and still, he could not get any answers. It drove him insane, but, for some reason, he knew the truth would do more. The truth would kill him.
'God, I am so sick of this,' Kim thought. She knew she was wrong in leaving Tommy like that. Of course the letter was stupid. 'There wasn't another way, though.' Kim was used to this internal monologue, and, although it drove her crazy, it was another way to go to sleep at night. She sat in the bed at the local Motel Six, wishing again and again she could have come back before that. She felt bad for leaving it so long, and for not telling Tommy the truth at Muranthius, and again today in the parking lot by the lake. She felt almost like she had betrayed not only him and herself, but the world, by lying to him at their spot. The place where so many firsts in their relationship occurred. First kiss, first date, first 'I love you' shared. And she looked him in the eyes, and lied. 'I was so ready to tell him the truth. No you weren't.' Sometimes she really felt like she had a split personality.
And as she curled up, circling her arms around the warm body beside her, she tried hoping for peaceful dreams.
'You lose your focus around her, man. Something about that girl drives you insane. You can't fight, sleep, or eat around her.' Tommy tried landing a solid kick in at the punching bag, but it grazed over the vinyl surface with a soft smack, no damage done. 'Maybe it's because at one point you didn't need to with her. She provided all the life you needed.' Tommy gave up, and walked upstairs. As he prepared to take his shower, hopefully to wash away the stains of today and the past, he thought idly about the whys of Kim's return. There was something-something missing from her eyes when she spoke to Tommy. And it wasn't in the emptiness of her eyes. It was in the way she spoke. Her eyes didn't move with her words. They moved ahead, planning what to say next. The trademark way to lie. And Tommy knew she was holding something back. But some part, probably the sane part, of his mind really didn't want to know what that 'something' was. He turned the water on of the shower, as hot as his already burning flesh could stand it. He used the tile to lean himself on as the near boiling point water washed the dirt of today off his back. He ran the many scenarios through his head. He went through every movement Kim might have made, every word said, and still, he could not get any answers. It drove him insane, but, for some reason, he knew the truth would do more. The truth would kill him.