Post by Shelby on Feb 18, 2016 12:40:42 GMT -5
As much as she didn't want to, Chardonnay couldn't help but flinch at Arthur's words, of him calling out her bullshit with him knowing that something was wrong with her. Her lips pursed and quivered again as she tried to pull herself into a tighter ball as if she was trying to escape into a different world or just some place else. In that moment she didn't want to be there. She didn't want to be in his apartment losing her composure like this because would would he be thinking? What did he think about the tears that rolled down her cheeks and into her mouth? What did he think of her disheveled appearance that wasn't a product of them having sex with one another? What did he think about the fact that she had woken up panic and afraid, still shaking now as the imagines continued rolling through her mind.
What if he laughed at her? What if she turned her head to look at him and he burst out in laughter at the show of weakness she was presenting to not only him but to herself as well? And she hated it. She hated this sinking feeling in the bit of her stomach that made her want to thow up, that made her just want to crawl in a hole in die so that she wouldn't have to feel like this any longer, so that she wouldn't have to be in this position right now. Chardonnay knew that, eventually, she would be angry with herself for the way she was feeling; once she was finally able to regain her composure and her senses she would curse and kick herself for acting like this like she always did, except she had a feeling that now she would feel worse about herself. Not only would there be anger for herself but there would be embarrassment as well, embarrassment over the fact that she had done this in front of Arthur, had shown this sign of weakness in her that she had only shown to her parents and even then it was rare because she wanted to show them that she was strong. She wanted to show them that she could handle things without losing her mind, but if she couldn't handle stupid dreams like that, then how was she strong?
She wanted to curse herself now, but she was still unable to speak, unable to even mutter anything.The tears were beginning to stop, and though her hand still trembled they weren't as bad as it had been. Just... Calm down, she tried to tell herself, though the words did nothing to console her. She felt Arthur shift on the bed, moving and shaking the mattress, as he got closer to her, and though she didn't open her eyes to look at him or pick her head up to turn and look at him--still fearful that he would laugh and mock her--she could tell that he moved closer to her and felt the weight of his hands dip into the mattress at her sides. She froze at the feeling, a sharp breath getting caught in her throat. She almost felt trapped. She almost wanted to run away from him but was afraid to. Likely he'd stop her, likely he wouldn't allow her to leave since he probably wouldn't trust her driving back (and she didn't trust herself to do that right now), but what if he didn't? What if he let her go, uncaring for what happened to her because all they did was fuck and argue and that was it? That was it...
But then he spoke again, surprising her, causing Chardonnay to finally pick her head and look up at him after a moment to see if he was only saying that to get a reaction out of her so that he could laugh, but when she looked at him and looked into his eyes to see that sincerity in them... She didn't know what to think. He said that she could talk about it and he seemed willing to listen, but the fact of the matter was was that she didn't want to talk about it. After it happened, them getting held up in an armed robbery, her parents had told her the same thing; that she could talk about it with them if she wanted to, but after the inital conversation, she never did. She didn't want to talk about it because talking about it made her think about it, and thinking about it only heightened her anxiety and fear over the situation that sparked the dreams to take place in her mind. And she didn't want that. She didn't want those dreams, she didn't want to recount them.
But why, when looking at Arthur, did she want to talk about it? She reasoned that it was beause he had been there with her, that he had actually been shot during the robbery so he probably had worse fears than her, but she didn't know. She still hesitated to say anything because what if talking about it to him sparked his own memories of the event that scared him? Even though she loved to give him a hard time and love to be a pain in his ass, she wouldn't want to bring up terrible memories like that. She knew how it felt, and she didn't wish that on anyone. But why did he care anyway? Why was he right there, leaning over her, trying to make sure that she was okay? Could she really trust this, could she really trust him?
She didn't know if she could because she didn't trust people generally because she had seen people put their trust in others and had seen those people get fucked over in the end and she didn't want to be like that. That was why she didn't have friends. That was why she didn't want to be in any relationship; because she didn't trust people and she didn't want to trust Arthur. She didn't want to trust him for fear that she'd look like a fool in the end and that he'd laugh at her over something or that he'd use this situation against her in the future, but why did she get that feeling that she could?
The overwhelming urge to cry crept up her throat again,overwhelming Chardonnay, but she tried to hold it back. She tried to hold back the tears that welled in her eyes a she tried to slink back away from Arthur but was stopped by the wall and headboard behind her. "Why do you care?" She finally asked, or croaked out, rather, as her eys narrowed and another few tears slipped from them. "It doesn't matter to you."
What if he laughed at her? What if she turned her head to look at him and he burst out in laughter at the show of weakness she was presenting to not only him but to herself as well? And she hated it. She hated this sinking feeling in the bit of her stomach that made her want to thow up, that made her just want to crawl in a hole in die so that she wouldn't have to feel like this any longer, so that she wouldn't have to be in this position right now. Chardonnay knew that, eventually, she would be angry with herself for the way she was feeling; once she was finally able to regain her composure and her senses she would curse and kick herself for acting like this like she always did, except she had a feeling that now she would feel worse about herself. Not only would there be anger for herself but there would be embarrassment as well, embarrassment over the fact that she had done this in front of Arthur, had shown this sign of weakness in her that she had only shown to her parents and even then it was rare because she wanted to show them that she was strong. She wanted to show them that she could handle things without losing her mind, but if she couldn't handle stupid dreams like that, then how was she strong?
She wanted to curse herself now, but she was still unable to speak, unable to even mutter anything.The tears were beginning to stop, and though her hand still trembled they weren't as bad as it had been. Just... Calm down, she tried to tell herself, though the words did nothing to console her. She felt Arthur shift on the bed, moving and shaking the mattress, as he got closer to her, and though she didn't open her eyes to look at him or pick her head up to turn and look at him--still fearful that he would laugh and mock her--she could tell that he moved closer to her and felt the weight of his hands dip into the mattress at her sides. She froze at the feeling, a sharp breath getting caught in her throat. She almost felt trapped. She almost wanted to run away from him but was afraid to. Likely he'd stop her, likely he wouldn't allow her to leave since he probably wouldn't trust her driving back (and she didn't trust herself to do that right now), but what if he didn't? What if he let her go, uncaring for what happened to her because all they did was fuck and argue and that was it? That was it...
But then he spoke again, surprising her, causing Chardonnay to finally pick her head and look up at him after a moment to see if he was only saying that to get a reaction out of her so that he could laugh, but when she looked at him and looked into his eyes to see that sincerity in them... She didn't know what to think. He said that she could talk about it and he seemed willing to listen, but the fact of the matter was was that she didn't want to talk about it. After it happened, them getting held up in an armed robbery, her parents had told her the same thing; that she could talk about it with them if she wanted to, but after the inital conversation, she never did. She didn't want to talk about it because talking about it made her think about it, and thinking about it only heightened her anxiety and fear over the situation that sparked the dreams to take place in her mind. And she didn't want that. She didn't want those dreams, she didn't want to recount them.
But why, when looking at Arthur, did she want to talk about it? She reasoned that it was beause he had been there with her, that he had actually been shot during the robbery so he probably had worse fears than her, but she didn't know. She still hesitated to say anything because what if talking about it to him sparked his own memories of the event that scared him? Even though she loved to give him a hard time and love to be a pain in his ass, she wouldn't want to bring up terrible memories like that. She knew how it felt, and she didn't wish that on anyone. But why did he care anyway? Why was he right there, leaning over her, trying to make sure that she was okay? Could she really trust this, could she really trust him?
She didn't know if she could because she didn't trust people generally because she had seen people put their trust in others and had seen those people get fucked over in the end and she didn't want to be like that. That was why she didn't have friends. That was why she didn't want to be in any relationship; because she didn't trust people and she didn't want to trust Arthur. She didn't want to trust him for fear that she'd look like a fool in the end and that he'd laugh at her over something or that he'd use this situation against her in the future, but why did she get that feeling that she could?
The overwhelming urge to cry crept up her throat again,overwhelming Chardonnay, but she tried to hold it back. She tried to hold back the tears that welled in her eyes a she tried to slink back away from Arthur but was stopped by the wall and headboard behind her. "Why do you care?" She finally asked, or croaked out, rather, as her eys narrowed and another few tears slipped from them. "It doesn't matter to you."