Chapter three
The silence of the room was deafening. She lay on her back staring at the ceiling even though the room was dark. In her mind she replayed the events of the previous few days. With a cringe she tried to switch her brain onto some parts of the songs that the band often played together. Her fingers pressed together at the tips as she mouthed the lyrics to one of those songs. However this was not working well to get her to forget about the events that took place. Rolling over onto her side she gazed through the darkness over at Domino. There he lay softly snoring away while he slept soundly. How could he sleep after what he had done to her? Trixie rolled her eyes to this question in her mind. As she looked upon Domino's sleeping form she took a deep breath. She slowly moved the blanket off of her and eased her way out of the bed.
Trixie kept her eyes focused on Domino as she pulled on a pair of blue jeans. She froze still once Domino shifted in the bed. Once she was certain that it was safe for her to move, she slowly crept over to her dresser. She felt as though she had never moved slower, quieter and with more caution than she was moving right then. Since she now had her back towards the bed, Trixie kept her ears open to any movement, and sound that Domino could make. She pulled clothes out of the drawer and very quietly stuffed them into a shoulder bag. Then with the bag slung over her shoulder she slunk out of the bedroom.
With the bedroom door closed behind her, Trixie knew that she wasn't out of the woods yet. She grabbed her car keys and slipped on her shoes before heading out the front door. Once she was in her car she took a deep breath and then drove away into the night. There was only one place she knew where she could go; the one place that Domino had no clue how to get to in order to look for her.
After parking her car Trixie got out and walked up to the beach house. There were no lights on inside which let Trixie know that the guys were all asleep. (Not that she thought they would still be awake at this time of the night.) Much to her disappointment the front door was locked. Sighing, she then turned and walked around to the beach front side of the house. From there she climbed up the steps to the balcony. Trixie tried to open the glass doors, thinking that surely they wouldn't be locked. But to her surprise and dismay the glass doors were locked as well.
"Well ain't that a big kick in the nuts?"
Frustrated, she exhaled and scratched her head. After a pause she sat her bag down before she walked back down to the beach. On the beach Trixie gathered some small rocks and put them into her pants pocket. From there she climbed back up to the balcony. Looking up from where she stood Trixie was able to see the window to Mike and Micky's bedroom. She pulled the rocks out of her pocket and began throwing them up to the window. After hitting the window with the rocks a few times she saw Mike open it and then poke his head out.
"Who's down there?" He called with a groggy tone
"Michael it's me!"
"Me who?"
"Trixie! Could you let me in? It's cold out here!"
"Oh! Yeah just a minute."
Mike pulled his head back inside the room and closed the window. A couple minutes later, Mike had made it downstairs and over to the glass doors. As soon as he let Trixie inside the other three guys had made it out of their bedrooms to join the two of them. Before either of the guys could ask her what she was doing there so late at night, Trixie explained it all to them. She told them about how she knew that she couldn't live with Domino any more, and about how furious he could be with her once he found out she would no longer be there with him. She also told them about how she now needed a place to stay and hide out from him for a while. After hearing all of this, neither of the guys was able to turn her away.
She stood before one of the bay windows and peered out. The morning sun was bright but Trixie was sure that it was deceiving. Bringing the cup of coffee to her lips she then slowly sipped. The warmth of the coffee filled her entire body and soothed her. She slowly turned away from the window and looked about the room behind her. The guys were clamoring about different areas of the room, doing four different activities. This sort of thing, Trixie determined to herself, must have been a typical occurrence for these four guys. Her attention suddenly moved off of the guys when the oven timer went off.
Trixie walked over to the oven and opened the door. Right away the overwhelming scent of freshly made cinnamon rolls wafted throughout the room. This scent got the four guys to stop what they were doing and flock over to the over where Trixie stood. Trixie had no sooner sat the pan of cinnamon rolls onto the nearby counter when Micky had reached out to grab the first one. She slapped his hand away before he could even pick one up.
"Don't you dare touch those yet!"
Micky rubbed his hand and looked at her with a small pout "Aw come on!"
"I haven't even put the frosting on them."
The other three guys snickered a little while Micky continued to frown. Trixie frosted the cinnamon rolls while the four guys stood back and watched with anticipation. When she was finished she stepped aside and then the four guys each grabbed at the cinnamon rolls on the pan.
"Guys wait a minute!" She protested
Mike was first to bite into his cinnamon roll "Ah! Damn that's hot!"
"I tried to tell you guys to let them cool first. But you decided to be greedy little pigs. Especially you." She looked at Micky "The biggest greedy pig of them all, grabbing two at one time!"
"What?" Micky shrugged "I'm hungry!"
"Honestly, Micky, I don't understand how you stay so thin."
"You obviously 'aven't lived with 'im before." Said Davy
"He's been keeping his hyperactivity pretty low-key these past few days you've been here." Peter added
"I'm surprised that boy's been able to keep himself under control." Mike said before taking a bite "A couple days longer and I'm afraid Mick'll explode."
Trixie let out a giggle "I know Micky can be hyper but he can't be that bad."
Micky took a bite of one of his cinnamon rolls "Hey even I have to admit that they're not wrong. I even surprised myself these past few days."
"Oh Micky…" Trixie shook her head with a grin "Why are you putting up fronts?"
"I didn't mean to."
She giggled and then touched her index finger to the end of his nose "You're cute."
"I didn't mean that either."
They all laughed for a short moment. Trixie looked around the room with a slight frown before looking back at the guys. As they all ate their cinnamon rolls the guys took notice to Trixie's sudden change in mood.
"Hey Trixie," Said Micky "Something the matter?"
"I dunno. I guess I'm just feeling a little cooped up." She looked at all four of them "Since I left Domino I haven't left this house once. I'm beginning to feel like a fugitive."
"Well we can remedy tha'." Davy grinned "Why don't we all go out and do so'thing?"
"Good idea. But what should we do?"
Trixie looked around the room "Hmm… well Peter I just noticed that Christmas is coming up and you guys don't have a tree yet."
"Ok." Mike nodded "Yeah we could go tree shopping early."
Trixie clapped her hands together "Great! Let's go now!"
The guys smiled over Trixie's enthusiasm. They all then quickly grabbed their coats and headed out the door.
When they arrived at the Christmas tree lot, Trixie giggled very child-like and separated herself from the guys. She began to wander from tree to tree as the guys took their time looking and discussing the trees that they saw. Peter grinned towards Trixie through the tree branches before walking over to her. She was busy twirling around between a couple trees while singing a Christmas song. Peter laughed and joined in on the song that she was singing. After a few lines Trixie stopped singing and smiled at him.
"Peter!" She giggled "You have a great voice. Why don't you sing lead more often?"
He shrugged his shoulders "Just the luck of the draw I guess." He paused with a slight laugh "Nah. I just prefer to play the music. If a song is written that best suits my voice then I'll sing it."
"Well maybe I could write something for you to sing lead on. Would you like that?"
"Maybe if we work on it together." He finished with a dimpled grin
"Groovy." She kissed him on the cheek before turning away
Trixie drew the four guys over to a particular tree and showed it off to them. They each inspected this tree, individually as well as together. Each of them stepped back in order to imagine this tree inside the house. Matching smiles fell upon their faces at the same time as they agreed that this was the perfect tree for the beach house. Right as the guys were getting ready to take the tree to where they could pay for it, Trixie suddenly ducked behind them. As they started to ask her what this was about she quickly stopped them.
"Shh! Just hide me!" She whispered
Right away they found out what caused Trixie to suddenly want to hide. Coming towards them, stumbling through the trees, was Domino. He had a scowl on his face, was a bit off balance and smelled of booze. Stepping right in front of them he took a metal flask out of his coat pocket and took a drink from it.
"Hey!" He barked, while putting the flask back into his coat "You boys are The Monkees, aren't you?"
"We might be. Who are you?" Asked Peter
Domino only laughed "I heard that my girl has been seen hanging around you four. You wouldn't know anything about this, would you?"
"Hey sorry man." Said Micky "We haven't seen her."
"Listen funny man." Domino poked Micky firmly on the chest "I know she's friends with you and I know what you two have been doing behind my back!"
Micky held his hands up "No way man! I swear I never touched her!"
"Don't give me that shit! You've been fucking my Trixie!"
"Hey I don't know where you got that from but she and I are just friends."
Mike moved in between Micky and Domino. He placed his hands on Domino's arms to back him away from Micky.
"Alright just cool down and leave him alone. Micky's telling the truth. But even if he wasn't telling the truth, I am not going to allow you to fight him right here. It's just ridiculous."
"Who the hell are you? His lover?" Domino paused "No never mind! You guys better tell me now where Trixie is!"
"Or else what?" Asked Davy, stepping forward "Your drunk ass is going to fight all of us? Look we've go' no beef with you so you jus' leave us alone."
Domino looked down at Davy. Seeing that Davy was a good foot shorter than he was, Domino burst into a bout of laughter.
"Check out the tiny man trying to act tough!" He snorted through his laughter "What a riot!"
He stumbled and then fell backwards, landing on his back on the ground. As he lay there he continued to laugh. Seemingly out of nowhere the blonde bass player of The Nuggets showed up and grabbed hold of Domino's shoulder.
"Aw come on man. Get your drunk ass up." He said while pulling Domino to his feet
Domino slung an arm around the bass player's shoulder and smiled "Hey Aug! You're a great man. You know that?" He patted him on the chest
"Whatever. I'm taking you home. Getting drunk in the middle of the morning? What's the matter with you?"
The bass player began walking away while holding Domino steady on his feet. As the two of them walked away, Domino continued talking to him in his drunken stupor. Once they were sure that the two of them were gone, The Monkees turned around to look towards where Trixie was supposed to be. They didn't see her, however, since she had ducked behind a couple nearby trees. Peter walked behind the trees and placed a hand on Trixie's back.
"Hey they're gone. You can come out now."
"Oh thanks Peter." Trixie followed him back around to the front of the trees where the other three guys stood "Thanks guys. You don't know how much you've just helped me right now."
"Oh I don't know…" Mike turned his head towards the direction that Domino and the bass player had gone in "By the looks of it… we think we just got a pretty good idea of how much we've helped you."
Micky stepped over to her and linked an arm into one of her arms "Ok babe. Let's us all take this tree back to the house."
Trixie smiled at Micky and then gave him a kiss on the cheek. While Micky walked with Trixie, the other three guys walked with the tree. Once they all got the tree back to the house they all felt a little bit more at ease with Trixie's situation. However, they had no idea how long this good feeling would last.