Brittle Bark

Brittle Bark

Copyright all rights reserved to Monica Pereira 2013

Smashwords Edition

Trisha looked at her magazine and she grimaced - it was last months magazine; she had picked up the wrong one. Trisha pushed the magazine back inside of her purse and she glared out the window of the train. She saw a large flat land with loads of houses - it was a nice view however she was sure that she would rather see something else.

“I wish I had something to do;” she muttered as she began to rummage through her purse for mints and gum.

Trisha found none and she sighed as she leaned on the window. It was going to be a boring trip to the city and it was going to take a long while.

Trisha looked at her hands for a moment - she didn't want to see that they looked dry but she knew they did. The hands looked very dry, and she began to hate her hands; she wanted cream to make them feel soft and smooth.

“So this is the worst day yet;” told Trisha as she grew depression inside of her spine. “I am going to hate work;” she added.

The train stopped and Trisha walked off the platform. She walked across the car park but she was stopped by a figure who crept out from the shadows. It was her old boyfriend Kent and he wanted to know where her child was. Trisha rolled her eyes as he blocked her with his shadow.

“Hey there;” muttered Kent as he smiled.

“Hi;” replied Trisha. “How are you?” she asked.

“Fine;” told Kent as he offered her a small child. “I see you are not pregnant;” he muttered.

“Nope; nice and flat;” told Trisha as she laid her hands on her belly. “Or as flat as I can be without needing plastic surgery;” she added.

“You do look nice;” told Kent as he grinned. “So where is the child?” he asked.

“I gave the baby away;” told Trisha as she glared at Kent. “Why, were you going to sell it?” she asked.

“No;” told Kent as he glared at Trisha. “I was just going to say hello;” he muttered. “Maybe talk about more;” he added.

“More what? Kids?” asked Trisha as she rolled her eyes. “In your dreams;” she added.

“More... income.. health... vaccinations;” drawled Kent as though the subject were a turn on.

“Well I gave the kid away;” told Trisha as she shrugged. “Nothing to discuss;” she muttered.

“Well that should be discussed;” told Kent as he took out his car keys. “How about I give you a lift and you can tell me how upset you are about giving our child away;” he added.

“What? We weren't married!” gasped Trisha as she narrowed her eyes. “You said you wanted to go to the beach and you went overseas!” she added as she felt her blood turn red.

“I had to go for work;” muttered Kent in hot growl. “I had already purchased the tickets, and I was gone one month because they required me to be there;” he said.

“They? Who?” asked Trisha as she grew upset.

“It doesn't matter;” told Kent as he growled inside of his chest. “It doesn't matter!” he added.

“They?” gasped Trisha before she hung her head. “I don't know who they are;” she added.

“I don't care, we are not married;” muttered Kent.

“That is right!” gasped Trisha as she began to step to the side. “And I gave our child away;” she added before she began to walk.

Kent turned his head as Trisha walked by - suddenly he grabbed her and began to drag her to his car. Trisha gasped and struggled against Kent's might, however she was weak against him and she ended up being stuffed inside of the car like a stuffing in a chicken.

Trisha sulked as she looked across to Kent who had slipped inside of the drivers side. He was on the verge of having a stroke as his chest gasped up and down, however he started the car and began to drive and he did not stop until they were parked in the middle of a state forest.

“This is nice and quiet;” muttered Kent as he smiled at Trisha who began to grow a bead of nervousness.

“You didn't say a thing the whole way here;” told Trisha as she narrowed her eyes.

“I was saving it;” told Kent as he took out a cigarette from the dashboard compartment and lit it. “I wanted to stop sweating;” he added. “I wanted a real discussion;” he declared.

“What? I told you I gave the child away, that is all we had to discuss!” seethed Trisha as her eyes grew damp.

“Is it?” asked Kent before he blew some cigarette smoke onto Trisha's face.

“Yes;” told Trisha as she glared at Kent. “I couldn't keep it;” she muttered.

“You could have tried;” told Kent as he glared. “I would have called while I was away but I didn't have the time;” he declared.

“You didn't call when you returned;” told Trisha. “I waited, but you didn't call, so I have the child away;” she said. “I was going to give it to you, but you had left;” she outlined. “You had left and I couldn't afford to keep it;” she added. “I didn't want it;”

“Well you made a mistake;” told Kent as he glared at Trisha. “You should have tried harder to keep it;” he said. “That was a part of me...” he muttered. 

“I couldn't! You should have said you wanted it I would have hung on for it for you!” stressed Trisha as she grew annoyed.

“A child is more then an accessory;” told Kent as he glared at Trisha until she crumbled back down into her seat. “And you treated it as one;” he declared.

“I don't care, I didn't want it;” muttered Trisha as she wiped her nose to tell Kent the scent of cigarette smoke bothered her.

Kent saw the movement and licked his lips. Once upon a time he would have ground the cigarette into an ash tray, however as things were the way they were he didn't want to care. He was upset that Trisha would have given their child away. He was more then upset, he wanted to cry. His soul was missing; he had left it in their child and Trisha had thrown it away.

“I would have married you;” told Kent as he began to feel his teeth chatter.

Trisha felt her heartbeat bump for one second before she tossed her emotion away.

“I am sorry I thought you had discovered an over-seas orgy;” she muttered as she began to feel doubt and anger.

“Who were your sources?” asked Kent as he continued to smoke.

“No one!” gasped Trisha. “I thought it, okay?” she asked.

“You were wrong;” told Kent as he raised his brows and continued to smoke. “I only have one heart and I pushed it all in you;' he muttered. “Not even a fling could have thrown that away;” he said.

“So what? You didn’t care! You didn't want me!” gasped Trisha. “We had broken up!” she steamed.

“You said you wanted some space, so I gave it to you;” told Kent as he began to grow too much red for any more cigarette. “I wanted you to have a rest;” he muttered as he ground the cigarette into the ashtray. “I knew a full time relationship was hard;” he declared. “I didn't always want to go out on a date, but I did;'” he added. “I wanted you sometimes;” he said before he hissed.

“Sometimes;” muttered Trisha before she looked away. “Sometimes I wanted you gone;” she said. “I didn't care about the lays - the passion had gone and all there was was a dry brittle stick!” she gasped. “Old, angry, and silly;” she declared.

Kent rolled his eyes and looked to Trisha. She had annoyed him at last and had broken his stick of patience - however he wasn't a violent person, so he cleared his throat instead.

“I know you didn't like the future, but you could have discussed it with me;” he added.

“I didn't want to;” told Trisha as she lifted her head. “I didn't want you, and your child was just a load of dumb sick!” she declared as she tried to eye Kent down.

Kent sighed and then he leaned against the window. He looked to Trisha like she were a stranger as she sat and glared until her body could take it no more. When she slumped Kent could see she was still a teenager inside of her mind and he shrugged.

“Do you want to marry me?” he asked as though he were actually interested.

“No!” stated Trisha in hot remark.

“Why not?” asked Kent as he glared. “We could have a baby;” he urged.

“I don't want one;” told Trisha as she narrowed her eyes. “They make you fat and old;” she added. “I didn't want yours, and I won't want one in the future;” she declared.

“Sounds like you will have a disastrous future;” told Kent as he felt the ice cool glass against his temple. “Are you sure that is what you want?” he asked.

“Yes;” told Trisha as she looked to Kent. “I think that will be the most fitting kind of future;” she said as she grew a lump in her chest where her heart was supposed to be. “I don't want kids;” she added.

Kent smiled and then he crossed his fingers.

“Okay;” he muttered as he showed Trisha his fingers before he broke them apart. “See if I care;” he added as he began to laze against the door of the car.

Kent soon fell asleep and as soon as he was asleep Trisha began to think about all the things she would have rather have done with her day. She didn't want to hear Kent snore, however she couldn't walk away - they were too far gone from the real world and i would take her half a day to find any main road!

Trisha shrugged as she grew an itch.

“Fine just sleep then;” she muttered as she began to lose her head. “It's just a day;” she declared. “A day to waste;” she said as she began to feel a gross sensation inside of her belly.

She finally wanted to cry, and soon she sniffled as she thought what a rotten person Kent was for having fallen asleep and not once ask for a lay. She may have given in; she may have - she didn't know; they had some passion inside it just hardened whenever they stared at each other for too long. She wasn't in love when she looked at Kent, she only gave in, and only sometimes did she like it.