𝐆𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

28

Tim looked around as his eyes adjusted to the bright light next to him.

He was still at Derran's house.

"Man, what the fuck happened?" he held his head, hoping to settle down the headache he had.

"Boy you passed out after complaining about some bitch named Tae for like 30 minutes."

Chantel laughed as she explained.

"Damn."

Tim tried to think back to what happened before he crashed.

He couldn't remember anything.

"What was I saying?" he glared over at Chantel.

She was next to him on the couch with her feet tucked under herself.

"I don't know. 'Tae gone hate me, something else, Tae never gone forgive me.' A bunch of bullshit."

Chantel mocked his every word.

Tim thought back to his dream. Maybe it had some sort meaning behind it.

He patted his jacket pockets to feel if his keys were in there.

They weren't.

He looked around on the couch to see if they'd got stuck between the cushions, but they weren't there either.

"Yo where my keys?" he asked Derran.

Derran shrugged; he didn't know either.

"They in the kitchen." Chantel pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

Tim rushed in the kitchen to find his keys.

For whatever reason, they were on the stove, under a pot.

"Aight I'm out." he jiggled the keys to make it known they were found.

He said goodbye to everyone, but Chantel, then headed out.

In his car, Tim called Tae 3 times.

She answered not one of his calls.

He called her a few more times, even texted her a bunch, still, Tae responded to none of it.

"Oh my fucking god." he pressed his foot harder on the gas.

Tim made it back to his house in under five minutes.

He busted through the front door, shouting Tae's name.

The house looked just about the same as it did when he left.

Doesn't seem like Tae moved around at all in the house.

Tim knocked on his bedroom door.

"Tae." he peeked his head through to see if she was awake "You ain't hear me calling you?"

Tae stayed quiet.

"You been in here the entire time?" he sat on the bed next to her.

Tae was staring blankly at the wall.

Tears were in her eyes; Tim assumed she'd been crying before he got there.

And she was.

When she woke up, Tim wasn't there.

She figured he was out doing stuff he shouldn't have been doing again.

Of course, she didn't really believe that, but she let her thoughts run wild.

"Tae." Tim tapped her shoulder.

She kept ignoring him.

The more she did, the more upset he became.