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“Holy shit,” he exclaims as he collapses next to me gasping for air. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.”
“It was perfect,” I assure him, kissing him with intensity equal to what he had been bestowing upon me. “I love you too,” I tell him despite the fact that he had made his declaration in the heat of the moment.
“I’ve never said that before,” he whispers against my lips. “It just feels like we were made for each other.”
“I know,” I whisper back. “It’s incredible. The only thing that can make it even better is if you spoon me while I fall asleep.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” he replies lifting me from the floor and tossing the comforter back onto the bed. After I make myself comfortable, he nestles in behind me placing his warm hand on my thigh.
My mind begins to reflect on how Trey had come into an awkward situation, spent the day with my family and is now sleeping in a total dump compared to what he is normally accustomed to and yet there hasn’t been a single complaint. Hearing him say I love you, however, is what is really blowing my mind.
Chapter 12
Mandy
Trey’s phone starts chirping just after six am. I pick it up since it’s sitting only inches from my face. “It’s a text from Vanessa,” I say, handing the phone off to him. It would’ve been nice if she had waited an hour or two, but she probably doesn’t realize we are in a different time zone.
“Anything new with Tyler?” I ask, rolling over and stretching my arms out in his direction.
“No. He hasn’t done anything since yesterday morning.” He scowls at the phone while scrolling through messages. “They are getting a little worried.”
“Does it normally take this long to come out of something like that?” I manage to ask while yawning.
“It’s usually quicker, but he is detoxing at the same time. His body is going through some serious shit at the moment, so it’s actually best if he sleeps through as much of it as possible.”
“He was that hooked on pain killers?” I ask, propping myself up on an elbow.
“Yeah, Vanessa figures he was up to a dozen pills a day,” Trey admits. “He’s been on them for so long that he had to take high doses to get any relief.”
“Why does he need them in the first place?” My mind just can’t wrap around the idea of someone so young needing to be on pain medication full time.
“He had a lot of knee pain after multiple reconstructive surgeries, so he kept getting refills and I don’t think he ever got off them long enough to see if the pain would subside on his own. His primary doctor didn’t see any harm in it, but that was back before they really started looking at the addiction rates.” Trey rolls to the edge of the bed and stands up. “I knew where this was headed a long time ago. I told Mom that he either needed to be checked into drug rehab or he would end up in a death spiral.”
“Why didn’t she do anything about it?” I shake my head in sheer wonderment.
“Because, Mom is a closet alcoholic and both Tyler and I know it. Even when we were young boys Mom would smell funny when we got home from school,” he explains while slipping on his clothes. “I remember her and Dad arguing about it late one night when I was ten or eleven. It got even worse after that.”
“Does she still drink like that?” She seemed to be so composed and in control when I saw her in New York.
“Vanessa says she has been drinking again,” he replies while his phone starts to ring this time. “Her ears must’ve been burning.” He looks up at me with a smirk. “Good morning, Mom. What’s up?”
His facial expression turns grim as he listens to what she has to say. “This is exactly why I was worried about him,” he says in a disgusted tone before pausing again. “I know, but I don’t think he would want to be conscious right now anyway. They have him on a full detox regimen. That’s why they were using Narcan.” He walks to the bathroom and closes the door. I take the opportunity to get up and get dressed in the same clothes as yesterday. I knew I should’ve gone home last night. At least it’s early, everyone will probably still be sleeping so I can sneak in and clean up.
“I need to shower and take care of a few things,” he says, emerging from the bathroom obviously agitated. “I found a limousine service and they will have me to your dad’s place by about ten.”
“That’s fine, but don’t expect the limousine to be anything like you are used to,” I snicker. “Is everything okay back home?”
