Trifecta
ROB
Friday night, 15 January
They had to coat Melindas head with Vaseline. They slid her through the narrow doorway to her office. This was all that Serge (as we are supposed to call him not Sergei) could think to use to lubricate the doorway.
When found later, by itself, with the top off, next to a drunken Melinda, it fueled the gossip that spread across this building. Gossip spreads so fast among eighteen- year-old girls that theres hardly time for the participants involved to catch their breath--realizing that now everybody knows. And I do mean everybody.
Of course, I didnt find out the truth until later that evening, from Serge, after wed smoked a joint.
Yeah, that girl, Melindashe was crazy. So sick drunk she didnt wait up for her appointment at 12, even though I set the alarm.
Serge is a half-Ukrainian, half-American bastard cross. He has lived in the States since he was 11, but often I see his Slavic side. Its not clumsy, like his English. Its real and genuine.
As for Melinda, the girl had it coming for quite a while. She had two horrible addictionsabusive men and alcohol. Any one of these would have been quite enough to drive anyone insane. Having two of them at the same time meant that she was positively crazy.
She was doing all this Lesbian shit. Masturbating in front of us. Telling us about her boyfriends dick, how she named it. Crazy, man.
This was news to me.
In the course of the six months we had been dating, I had never once been given a show like this.
Serge shrugged.
You have to understand. She was very very drunk.
Melinda drunk is normally a pleasant thing. I try to ignore the fact that she gets less and less rational with every drink and ends up blaming me later for every bit of trouble she gets herself into.
For the moment, I suppose, the sex is good.
I dont drink that often. After I started dating her, I felt even less inclined to drink.
I felt especially less inclined to be around abusive men.
He knows I exist and he knows I exist in the capacity that I do. His response, so I am told isI am okay with it, but I dont ever want to meet you or talk to you.
Fair enough.
Serge was still zestfully pontificating about lasts night newest unnecessarily dramatic moment.
There were four of us. Ive never seen a girl act that way before.
A slight bit of jealousy rose up in me, and I asked,
Did you take her out drinking last night?
No.
He shook his head.
She had been drinking by herself, she said.
MELINDA
Thursday Night, 14 January
This past week Ive realized that Ive reached the breaking point. All humans have a breaking point, right before they snap in two.
Wait.
Listen.
Youve got to understand.
I dont hit or punch or kick, like some do. Im normally pretty laid-back.
I just can only tolerate so much. I hate it when he takes everything Ive said, including the things we said we were never going to talk about againand throws them back in my face. I try to keep them buried, but why does he have to drag them out all the time?
He threw a table at me the other night. Then he held my wrists down until I reached up, in terror, and burned the end of his nose with my cigarette.
I was going to go home, back to my Moms. Just me and the cat. Just trying to get the hell out of there.
Im so afraid hes going to do something to the cat.
TODD
Friday morning, 15 January
So what if she gets in the way?
I was having my usual shitty day on the job, dealing with all the bullshit that she creates for me. Shes a fucking drunk, first of all, which is a wonder I even support her.
Heres how I see it. Im not the sort of person who shoots up the place. Im not violent, man. I dont walk in and kill my former co-workers and anyone else that gets in the way. Im not that way.
The worlds gotta feel my pain. Theyve been putting me down since I was born.
Always talking about me.
Sometimes I cant sleep.
So what if the world feels a little taste of me every now and then, ya know? Im just blowing off streammaybe the cosmos needs to hurt along with me?
ROB
Friday Afternoon, 12 pm.
Sometimes all I worry about are the painful transitions. The slow slides into withdrawal. The million promises unkempt.
Sometimes I can take it all at once, but other times too many events in too short a period can leave me gasping for breath and scared. I panic.
I get to that almost out of control point and then I pop a pill.
She drinks, constantly.
I dont know if it was the lack of structured family life, or the Mom who never grew up, or the parents who probably should never have had children.
I always found it kind of gross when a wrinkled, dried-up old bag of a woman tried to get into my pants. The fact that it was her mother just made things creepier.
Perhaps it was the abortion.
TODD
Thursday Morning.
First she didnt want one. Then she did. Then she changed her mind halfway again.
I got tired of it. I told her to make her fucking mind up.
So she got it sucked out of melike she tells me over and over these days.
Melinda
Friday morning, 11 am.
Ive fucked it up.
Maybe asshole will help me move out, if hes calmed down.
I cant believe it. Ive got to go home to my mothers.
I was hanging out with Rob and dickhead got all jealous and shit. Threw shit around. Wrote nasty stuff on my DVDs. Went through my purse. Accused me of sleeping with Tony and sucking other girls pussies.
Hes psycho.
I flirt with Robhe and I have probably fooled around a little too much, but hey, I cheated on my ex-husband.
Rob is a charmer. Hes a seducer, really. Hes a really good kisser and an all round player.
He tries to get me to sleep with him, and I always turn him down.
Hes gotten pretty far, though, smart fucker.
ROB
Friday morning, 3 a.m.
Shes such a tease. I dont mind it so much. Its a challenge. Women are this giant puzzle that I love to unravel bit by bit, like peeling off layer of an onion.
I must say, though, that she doesnt give much. I got a goodbye French kiss in the car on the way back from singing Karaoke this morning.
Once, about a month ago, I almost had her. Todd was gone, and she had stripped down to her panties. We were sleeping in their bed, for Christ sake.
But she has limits. Some girls do.
I always thought it was pretty pointless. So what if I have to wait four days or a week or the second date to fuck?
Were still going to fuck. Thats sort of an inevitable, unspoken thing.
ROB
Friday night, 15 January
They had to coat Melindas head with Vaseline. They slid her through the narrow doorway to her office. This was all that Serge (as we are supposed to call him not Sergei) could think to use to lubricate the doorway.
When found later, by itself, with the top off, next to a drunken Melinda, it fueled the gossip that spread across this building. Gossip spreads so fast among eighteen- year-old girls that theres hardly time for the participants involved to catch their breath--realizing that now everybody knows. And I do mean everybody.
Of course, I didnt find out the truth until later that evening, from Serge, after wed smoked a joint.
Yeah, that girl, Melindashe was crazy. So sick drunk she didnt wait up for her appointment at 12, even though I set the alarm.
Serge is a half-Ukrainian, half-American bastard cross. He has lived in the States since he was 11, but often I see his Slavic side. Its not clumsy, like his English. Its real and genuine.
As for Melinda, the girl had it coming for quite a while. She had two horrible addictionsabusive men and alcohol. Any one of these would have been quite enough to drive anyone insane. Having two of them at the same time meant that she was positively crazy.
She was doing all this Lesbian shit. Masturbating in front of us. Telling us about her boyfriends dick, how she named it. Crazy, man.
This was news to me.
In the course of the six months we had been dating, I had never once been given a show like this.
Serge shrugged.
You have to understand. She was very very drunk.
Melinda drunk is normally a pleasant thing. I try to ignore the fact that she gets less and less rational with every drink and ends up blaming me later for every bit of trouble she gets herself into.
For the moment, I suppose, the sex is good.
I dont drink that often. After I started dating her, I felt even less inclined to drink.
I felt especially less inclined to be around abusive men.
He knows I exist and he knows I exist in the capacity that I do. His response, so I am told isI am okay with it, but I dont ever want to meet you or talk to you.
Fair enough.
Serge was still zestfully pontificating about lasts night newest unnecessarily dramatic moment.
There were four of us. Ive never seen a girl act that way before.
A slight bit of jealousy rose up in me, and I asked,
Did you take her out drinking last night?
No.
He shook his head.
She had been drinking by herself, she said.
MELINDA
Thursday Night, 14 January
This past week Ive realized that Ive reached the breaking point. All humans have a breaking point, right before they snap in two.
Wait.
Listen.
Youve got to understand.
I dont hit or punch or kick, like some do. Im normally pretty laid-back.
I just can only tolerate so much. I hate it when he takes everything Ive said, including the things we said we were never going to talk about againand throws them back in my face. I try to keep them buried, but why does he have to drag them out all the time?
He threw a table at me the other night. Then he held my wrists down until I reached up, in terror, and burned the end of his nose with my cigarette.
I was going to go home, back to my Moms. Just me and the cat. Just trying to get the hell out of there.
Im so afraid hes going to do something to the cat.
TODD
Friday morning, 15 January
So what if she gets in the way?
I was having my usual shitty day on the job, dealing with all the bullshit that she creates for me. Shes a fucking drunk, first of all, which is a wonder I even support her.
Heres how I see it. Im not the sort of person who shoots up the place. Im not violent, man. I dont walk in and kill my former co-workers and anyone else that gets in the way. Im not that way.
The worlds gotta feel my pain. Theyve been putting me down since I was born.
Always talking about me.
Sometimes I cant sleep.
So what if the world feels a little taste of me every now and then, ya know? Im just blowing off streammaybe the cosmos needs to hurt along with me?
ROB
Friday Afternoon, 12 pm.
Sometimes all I worry about are the painful transitions. The slow slides into withdrawal. The million promises unkempt.
Sometimes I can take it all at once, but other times too many events in too short a period can leave me gasping for breath and scared. I panic.
I get to that almost out of control point and then I pop a pill.
She drinks, constantly.
I dont know if it was the lack of structured family life, or the Mom who never grew up, or the parents who probably should never have had children.
I always found it kind of gross when a wrinkled, dried-up old bag of a woman tried to get into my pants. The fact that it was her mother just made things creepier.
Perhaps it was the abortion.
TODD
Thursday Morning.
First she didnt want one. Then she did. Then she changed her mind halfway again.
I got tired of it. I told her to make her fucking mind up.
So she got it sucked out of melike she tells me over and over these days.
Melinda
Friday morning, 11 am.
Ive fucked it up.
Maybe asshole will help me move out, if hes calmed down.
I cant believe it. Ive got to go home to my mothers.
I was hanging out with Rob and dickhead got all jealous and shit. Threw shit around. Wrote nasty stuff on my DVDs. Went through my purse. Accused me of sleeping with Tony and sucking other girls pussies.
Hes psycho.
I flirt with Robhe and I have probably fooled around a little too much, but hey, I cheated on my ex-husband.
Rob is a charmer. Hes a seducer, really. Hes a really good kisser and an all round player.
He tries to get me to sleep with him, and I always turn him down.
Hes gotten pretty far, though, smart fucker.
ROB
Friday morning, 3 a.m.
Shes such a tease. I dont mind it so much. Its a challenge. Women are this giant puzzle that I love to unravel bit by bit, like peeling off layer of an onion.
I must say, though, that she doesnt give much. I got a goodbye French kiss in the car on the way back from singing Karaoke this morning.
Once, about a month ago, I almost had her. Todd was gone, and she had stripped down to her panties. We were sleeping in their bed, for Christ sake.
But she has limits. Some girls do.
I always thought it was pretty pointless. So what if I have to wait four days or a week or the second date to fuck?
Were still going to fuck. Thats sort of an inevitable, unspoken thing.