"I'm happy my mom isn't around to see this. I don't know what I would have done if I lost her to one of those freaks."
Trey took the brush and took a seat behind me, his right leg gently resting against my right leg and his left shin against my Butt.
"I don't know that feeling. I grew too old to be adopted and I've lived alone for years... Well, that is until you let me move in with you. But you already know that."
"Yeah, I know. He took his time using the spike brush to gently collect and detangle my hair. He then handed me the brush and took the scrunchie using it to pin up my hair into a bun. He tried his hand at putting Bobby pins to hold my stray aways and made me wince in pain.
"On second thought... You do it."
I chuckled and pushed the unused pins into my hair while I left The Dirty or rusted ones on the bed. When I was done I pushed off the bed.
"At least you can breathe a bit easier instead of slaving away to please him."
I was making my way to the door when he said that, which made me freeze in my tracks. He softly bumped into me unaware that I had stopped.
"What? Did you hear something?" I closed the door and spun on him.
"What do you mean by that?" In the back of my head, I reminded myself to check the bathrooms connected to this room and the one connected to the other room. I had forgotten when I did my check for zombies I mentally cursed at myself. A screw-up like that could be deadly... then I mentally returned to the conversation.
"I mean, did you hear something get in? What gives?" He whispered
"Not that! Before that." I snapped still whispering
"Oh, I meant Brandon. The guy had it coming. He was a pervert and a dick. I grit my teeth and took a deep breath before letting out a frustrated huff.
"Don't speak about the dead like that, and I wasn't slaving away... I actually loved him! He was hot-headed but so am I. He was a pervert but we all are." I started getting closer to him, my eyebrows furrowed. He didn't hold any punches with his comeback.
"First off, you are the last person I would call hotheaded. Second, You have got to be kidding me! That pompous prick actually held your heart? You sure it wasn't just the money or the looks for you?"
"What?! No. I actually loved him. I was loyal to him the whole time." I was obnoxiously whispering at this point.
"Really? Could have had me fooled..." For some reason, that statement hurt a lot. Trey was casually talking now and my next words came out as a low growl.
"What. Are you... Talking about?" It was getting increasingly hard to remain calm.
"For a loyal girl, you sure went through great lengths to stay comfortable with me. Never took you as a two-timer," he said matter of factly.
"A what!? I had to stay comfortable with you because I literally lived with you." I snapped screaming at him. The whining and wheezing from outside grew louder and was enough persuasion to keep our voices down afterward.
"You had me whenever you wanted me, and you looooved Brandon. You got what you wanted from both of us at all times. Well, guess what Brandon isn't here anymore. He cheated on your attention whoring ass. What makes this so much better is that he chose a fucking zombie over you. but guess what! I'm still here. I still care about you! You never had to share my attention ever. So why even now, do you care about a player who only wanted to get laid?" He turned away from me, pacing a few steps further.
"This might be fucked up for me to say... But I'm glad you learned to keep your pants on after Drake..." the mention of that man, made my heart stop. I fought to keep the fear, memories, and anxiety at bay. the bridge of my nose burned as hot tears started to blur my vision.
Why would you say something like that?
"...Because a guy like Brandon would have fucked you and then posted you on any and every platform he had friends. Everyone would know what you look like underneath it all. I'm happy you learned that lesson early. But through all that fucked up shit... I was there the whole time and beat Drake's ass for it too. Hell, I would have beat Brandon's ass as well, just for shits and giggles. I asked him for advice on how to ask you out and he stole you literally two minutes later. He knew I was planning on doing it. I was always there, but here I am always last in line for you when you don't even have to wait in line for love from me!" He turned back around to see a teary-eyed heartbroken Expression on my face. Hearing all of this broke my heart, but his love confession fell flat because my feelings were already hurt. I was too busy building a wall around my breaking heart.
When he tried to reach for me I dodged, so many horrible things were popping up in my head the bad images of being pinned and filmed, being tagged in the videos and pictures, Being laughed at, being abused in public, and having to show up at home and school with bruises that couldn't be explained away. I was a laughingstock... and Trey knew bringing it up would hurt. That's why he did it. I was wincing at memories when Trey tried to reach for me again.
"Bax I-" I slapped his hand away, almost cowering at the thought of being touched. I held my stinging hand to my chest as memories of Brandon being chewed up started to play on loop... then being chased joined the merry-go-round of fucked up shit I was remembering right now.
This is just too much...
I was hyperventilating and fighting hard to compose myself.
It's not working...
I needed to be alone. I needed to stop thinking. I flinched and backed away when Trey reached for me again.
Please, don't touch me...
Trey put both his hands on the door on either side of my head, when he moved one hand from the door to my face I had a flashback of Drake winding up to hit me. Trey didn't hit me in the slightest but I still felt a sting where his hand was touching my face. I panicked and shoved him hard and made him fall to the ground.
I didn't mean to...
My actions were purely instinctual at this point and I said whatever came to my mind first however harsh or rude they sounded.
"If I'm such a fucking slut... Then sleep in here alone." I didn't mean to glare and every syllable dripped with poison as I spoke.
"I didn't-"
"Check the bathroom for supplies and don't talk to me." I spat before leaving the room. Trey just bowed his head and sat in silence as I left.
I stormed off to the other room and glared at the pile of supplies, I heard a shift behind me and didn't bother to turn around.
"There is no way you can check the bathroom that fast, go away." I turned towards the farthest bed and glared at the heater wondering if I could get it to work.
Then I heard it
Whatever was behind me wheezed, and my blood ran cold. I spun to face the noise and panicked more to know I was right. The zombie stepped out of the bathroom navigating this space as if she was still human. By the look of her clothes, she was a maid for the resort.
"Trey?" I cursed at how hoarse and quiet my voice sounded. I could feel the fear gripping my throat.
The zombie lunged at me and I let out a yelp. I shuffled backward and my left heel hit the sled and threw my balance making me stumble a bit, that's when the zombie shot forward again this time tackling me while I was off balance. I knocked my head on the way down which caused a loud bang, the impact sent a sharp wave of pain all the way from the back of my head to the front of my head as I fought to push the zombie off. I was scared shitless and pulled enough strength out of my ass to wrap her in the sheets off the bed to our left. I even kicked it far enough away to wrestle it onto the bed and pulled out a drawer and started beating it senseless. I was already exhausted and only succeeding in getting blood to seep into the mattress.
I was currently mounted on the zombie's arms and chest while I merely gave it a headache when Trey came running over, I paused for a second and only a second to make sure it was Trey and got thrown off of the zombie. I bounced off the corner of the bed and landed on the floor. I felt a bit dizzy but still shot to my feet only to get tackled onto the other bed by the zombie. I took the sheet that was still on her shoulder and wrapped it around her face.
Trey ran past a zombie and yanked out the other drawer and threw it to the side he then stomped on the side of the center support and then stomped on the other corner to which it finally broke. He took hold of the wood and he broke it free, snapping the other side from the drawer frame. Meanwhile, my arms were getting tired and the zombie's wrapped head was uncomfortably close. My grip slipped on the sheet but Trey batted its head away just in time. I watched as its body lurched to the side allowing me to wiggle free. It took two more good swings before she stopped wheezing and moving. Trey then slammed it one more time to ensure it was dead then looked at me. My head was bleeding. I could feel it slowly dripping but I had zombie blood all over my hands so I knew better than to touch it. I walked over to the bathroom it came out of and looked around besides a few small puddles of dried blood on the ground where I could only assume the poor maid had initially died. There was nothing in there.
I felt another wave of pain shoot through my head before feeling sick to my stomach. I was feeling nauseous and dizzy so I walked back over to Trey and almost fainted.
"Whoa, freckles." he went to reach for me pulling me closer to support my weight.
"Thanks for the help... But let go of me. I'm fine." I unsteadily pushed Trey away and supported myself on the doorframe of the bathroom. My head was pounding, I might have a mild concussion. with how hard my head connected with the heater I wouldn't be surprised.
"You are not fine! Look at you, you don't even look like you can stand up straight let alone on your own. Listen I know I fucked up but let me help... Please. I'm sorry."
"I don't need your help."
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I was upset that you still cared about a dead Brandon when I was still alive and in front of you... I was hurt and jealous and said some really fucked up shit and I won't do it again. But that doesn't mean I'm done fighting for your heart. I really do care for you. So let me help. Alright?" I went to protest him reaching for me and toppled over, losing consciousness.
Fuck... my head hurts.