REALIZATION (2).

CHAPTER 7: REALIZATION(2).

"Trevor! Pull yourself together!" Paul raised his voice at his friend in order to firmly communicate his counsel to his friend. What they had both seen, was too disheartening.

Trevor almost smashed his phone to pieces, had Paul not stepped in to prevent him from lashing out at a inanimate object. He'd be at a loss moreover if he destroyed the phone. He would need the video as an evidence of her infidelity.

Trevor couldn't talk, neither could he expressively cry out his pain. The betrayal, the disregard, the disrespect, all played like a movie in his head. His ten years of marriage, all flushed down the drain. All the love and sacrifices that he had made for Elizabeth's sake, most of which he shouldered alone as a responsible gentle man, was all for nothing.

In his time of trials and tribulations, for better for worse seemed to have escaped the psyche of his wife. The job Elizabeth even had at the moment was as a result of his advocacy with his former boss.

Trevor's pain ran deep, as he sat hopelessly on the floor, leaning his back on the wall, looking straight, but not setting his gaze on anything in particular. At that moment, Trevor almost ran mad.

Paul sat beside, not knowing what to say, but at the same time afraid of saying anything. He didn't want to add salt to the wound, doing more damage than good. But he knew, deep down in his heart, that it would come to this.

Trevor burst out in tears, as Paul placed one arm over his shoulder consoling him. He didn't cry out loud to the hearing of Michelle and her mother. He cried helplessly, like a child for nearly five minutes, being reminded of his abandonment as a baby.

Abruptly, Trevor stood up in an attempt to storm out of Paul's house.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Where do you think you're going?" Paul stood in Trevor's way, withholding him from going anywhere.

"Paul, I'm going home." Trevor said in a deep voice sulking in rage.

"You're going nowhere in such a state as this." Paul objected, standing his ground.

"Get out of my way." Trevor fumed.

"Make me." Paul retorted, narrowing his gaze at him.

Trevor saw that Paul was hell bent on not letting him go, unlike the last time at the funeral, so he tried to reason with him instead. "I need to see Elizabeth. I need to talk to her. I need just friggin need to see her man." Trevor broke.

"You'll see her, but not today, not in this state Trev." I won't let you do something you'll later regret. And for what? Because of a woman who has shown you times without number that she was through with you? No Trev. She doesn't deserve this level of attention you're giving her." She's not worth it!" Paul exclaimed.

Trevor sat on the bed, numb, as he teared up. He knew that everything Paul said was right. 'I hadn't given much thought to this before. If I did, I'd probably not be in such a sorry state as this now.' Trevor thought inwardly.

Trevor's resilience, holding out hope that things would get better between him and his wife was proof that he truly loved her. But so much for loving an ungrateful woman.

After a couple of minutes, Trevor sighed, deeply, pulling himself together. He sobered up, got up went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Paul watched Trevor do all that while he still sat there on the bed, feeling terrible that his friend just went through such. He knew, a divorce was imminent.

Trevor got out of the bathroom looking revitalized. Paul was amazed at how he was able to pull himself together not too long after the whole ordeal. But wasn't that what Paul expected?

Paul suspected that something was off about all this. So he kept a close eye on Trevor, as they walked out of the guest room, into the living room.

Paul's wife had overheard Trevor and Paul when they conversed back and forth, as Paul resisted Trevor from leaving the house. She saw his countenance, a bit gloomy.

"Uncle Trevor. Can you guess what I have hidden in my hands?" Michelle playfully asked, as she ran to Trevor, who was already seated in a couch.

Paul's wife briskly whisked Michelle away from Trevor. "Uncle Trevor doesn't want to be disturbed now."

"No. It's okay." Trevor refuted. She made a gesture, raising her eyebrows to ascertain if that's what he really wanted. He nodded back in affirmation. So she released her grip on Michelle, who then ran back excitedly to Trevor and they kept on playing.

Paul went to the kitchen to check up on his wife. He hugged her firmly, and kissed her. "How was I so lucky to find you?" He said with all sincerity.

"Things didn't go well huh?" She asked, smiling a bit.

"Nope. Not at all." Paul replied disappointed.

"How's he holding up?" Paul's wife asked.

"Trevor is a tough guy. He'll survive. But I'll need to watch him for some time to be sure he wouldn't do anything stupid in a feat of rage." Paul replied, giving her a kiss.

"May that never be us." Paul's wife said.

"Not in this lifetime, or any other." Paul affirmed, as they rocked slowly to the left and right, still hugging each other.

In the living room, Paul and his wife could hear Michelle playfully laughing hysterically. Trevor wasn't excluded from the fun. He also laughed along with little Michelle. Paul and his wife peeked from the kitchen. They were delighted that Trevor could still allow himself be happy, despite all.

Paul served himself and Trevor a glass of apple juice each. "Here you go." Paul offered Trevor the juice. He had cried out a whole lot of fluid from his body, so he needed a replenishment.

"Thank you very much." Trevor received the drink delightfully.

"Go meet mom to get you yours." Paul instructed Michelle. She hopped to the kitchen elatedly.

"We had apple pie earlier, now we're drinking apple juice. Do I see some rhythm here?" Trevor joked, making Paul giggle.

Paul took a sip of the apple juice, and asked as he sighed, "So what now?"

"I'm going home." Trevor finally declared, having given thought to his next course of action.

However, hearing this, Paul was a bit concerned. He wondered what his best friend would do next and feared that something terrible might happen.