Chapter two
When Micky walked into the house he let out a heavy sigh. This caught the attention of the other three guys right away. Micky entered the living room area heavy-heartedly and sank into the leather couch. Mike was the first one to approach Micky in order to ask him what was wrong. As soon as Davy and Peter joined them Micky began telling them all about what he had witnessed between Trixie and Domino. When he was finished the three of them looked just as down as he did.
"I just with I could have done something to help her out."
Mike placed a hand on Micky's shoulder "We know you would have liked to help her, Mick. We all would have. But what exactly were you supposed to do in that situation? Besides you really don't know what was going on beyond what you could hear."
"I know Mike… but Trixie's my friend and I really care about her."
Peter looked at Micky "You know you probably actually did the best thing by what you did."
"But I didn't do anything. How could that be best?"
"I think I know what Petah means." Said Davy "Sometimes it's best not to get involved. If Trixie wanted you to 'elp her she would have asked you for it."
Micky sighed and nodded his head "You guys are probably right. But I still can't shake this feeling I have in my gut."
"She'll be fine, Mick." Said Mike
"God I really hope so."
The next morning came right on schedule and it was a cold one. If they weren't in California they might have had a chance at seeing a flake or two of snow. As usual Micky was the last one to roll out of bed and join the others downstairs for breakfast. Surprisingly, despite the events that had taken place just the night before, he ha a really nice and easy time sleeping. As a matter of fact, the moment that his head hit this pillow the previous events had faded away from him. However, he had no idea that he was about to be reminded of them before breakfast was even over.
The doorbell buzzed, interrupting their breakfast. Davy got up from the table and walked over to the door. He peeked through the peephole before glancing over his shoulder back at the other three guys.
"It's Trixie." He said
"McEuwin?"
"No Peter." Said Micky "Trixie Smith." He rolled his eyes
Davy shook his head before opening the door "Why 'ello Trixie. Wot brings you here?"
"I came to see Micky. I won't be very long."
Trixie entered the house looking downward to the floor. It seemed like half of her face was hidden behind large round sunglasses, which would have been impossible for the guys not to notice. Micky stopped eating and walked over to her.
"Hey Trix what's going on?"
"Micky I just came to drop off your jacket. You left it at the club last night."
"Ok great. Um… where's the jacket?"
"Aw shit! I knew I forgot something."
"I'll say. I didn't even have a jacket with me at the club. What's really going on?"
She bit her bottom lip as she looked at him. Just by looking at her right then Micky knew that something was wrong but she didn't want everyone to know about it. He let out a small sigh and ushered her back out the front door. Once he had the door closed behind them he looked at her.
"Ok Trixie what is this all about?"
Trixie removed her sunglasses to reveal a black eye. Micky's heart sank all the way to the ground when he laid his eyes upon it.
"Oh Trixie…"
"Don't get the wrong idea, Micky. It was an accident."
"An accident." This was a skeptical statement rather than a question
"You see last night when we got back to the house, Domino started drinking. And when he's drunk he tends to talk a lot with his hands and he doesn't always realize where he's swinging his arms and so he…" She looked at Micky. The expression on his face told her that he wasn't buying a word that she was saying. She sighed "Alright. He wasn't drinking but he was pretty pissed. Micky he got it stuck in his head that I'm sleeping with you!"
"What?!"
"Yeah and he just got so pissed that he started pushing me around and shit… I tried to tell him that you and I are just good friends but he wouldn't listen to me!"
Micky nodded to let her know that she didn't have to continue her story. Instead he pulled her into a hug. She buried her face into Micky's chest as he held her close.
"Trixie I don't like you being with him. You don't deserve this. No one does."
"But what am I going to do, Micky? I can't just leave him because then I'd still have to see him all the time because of the band. And I can't stand up for myself; that would only make things worse."
Micky sighed "I don't know… but we'll figure something out."
He kissed the top of her head and patted her back. She pulled away, looking him in the eyes. Then before either of them realized it, their lips were softly pressed together. The kiss lasted but just a couple seconds but both of them felt as thought it was going to lead to much more. Trixie let out a very small sigh as she pulled away from him again.
"Well I better be getting home. I just had to see you for a minute."
"I understand. And if you ever need anything at all… you know where I am."
"I know. Thank you Micky."
Trixie put her sunglasses back on and walked away. Micky watched her with every step that she took to her car. The moment that she had driven away Micky let out a sigh and went back inside. As soon as he stepped inside he had walked straight into a thick cloud of concern. Mike, Davy and Peter all looked at him as though they were anticipation a great tale of woe. Micky only shook his head with a heavy sigh as he leaned against the wall. He didn't speak for a couple minutes even as they stood there watching him. Finally he looked toward a spot on the floor and shook his head with a frown.
"It should have never happened." He hit his fist against the wall behind him, causing the three of them to jump "Damn it! It should have never happened!"
"What happened?"
Micky moved away from the wall with the fury growing inside of him. Ignoring the other guys he rushed past them over to where the car keys were. The other three were dumbfounded as they watched him rush back over to the door with the keys in his hand.
"Wait, Micky, what's going on?" Mike questioned, moving towards Micky "What happened to Trixie?"
"Something that shouldn't happen to anyone. I'll explain later when I get back."
"Wait where are you going?" Asked Peter
"I'm going to kill that fucking bastard Domino!"
"What?!" The three exclaimed together
"Whoa whoa, Mick." Mike grabbed hold of Micky's arms and turned him away from the door "Micky just cool out and tell us what happened that's got you so fired up."
Micky took a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds before he let it back out again. He then looked at the three of them and told them about what Trixie had told him. Shock, disbelief and concern fell upon them once Micky was done speaking. Peter pulled Micky aside.
"Micky I can understand you feeling this way, like you want to go over to Domino and, well, teach him some sort of lesson for what he did to Trixie. Because I would be just as upset as you are; just knowing that someone was senselessly violent towards someone I cared about, especially a woman. But right now retaliation is not the answer. You do not want to lower yourself to his level."
Micky sighed "I now Pete… You're right. I just… I'm trying to look out for Trixie. She doesn't deserve what happened to her."
Peter nodded "You want to help her; that's fine. But there are ways you can help her without succumbing to violence. Besides, this sort of thing with you automatically wanting to go after this Domino guy, just is not you. You don't want to lose yourself while helping her."
"When did you get to be so smart, Pete? Do you like save this shit up for emergency purposes or something?"
A grin fell upon Peter's lips "I guess you could put it that way."
Micky laughed and patted Peter on the back. He then was about to walk away, but last second he pulled Peter into a hug.
"Thanks Pete."
"Not a problem, Micky." They both pulled apart "Now… how about the four of us discuss non-violent ways we can help Trixie with her situation?"
Davy looked at Mike and whispered "When did Petah become the leader of the group?"
"I don't know, man." Mike whispered back "But I don't think now is the time to question that."
"Right." Davy nodded
They all gathered together in the living room area and began to talk. However, as they talked, Micky silently wondered about what good it would actually do or rather how far their talking would go from there. In the back of his mind, and even in the pit of his stomach, Micky felt as though things weren't going to go the way that they had hoped. Somehow he knew that things with Trixie, whether they were bad or good, had only started.