Catherine and I walk out of my parents house after having lunch there. "Don't be strangers now", my mother says while waving us goodbye. Catherine and I walk to her place a few blocks up.
"Well I think that went well", Catherine claims. I look at her and sarcastically say, "yeah, fun times". "Come on. Your mom just has your best interests in mind", Catherine reassures me. "I know", I tell her. "And you two seem to get along with each other so wonderfully", I tell her.
"Well we both have to deal with a difficult person like you", she says and giggles afterwards. "I'm not difficult, just misunderstood a lot", I tell her. "Well whatever the case, your mom raised a good point, about you not committing".
"Listen K, I'm willing to commit to this thing all the way, but I sense you're only committing a part of yourself when it comes to this relationship. And I feel like you're keeping something from me, which scares me because I feel like I don't fully know you", Catherine claims.
I look at her and say, "I don't know what you're talking about". She immediately flips and stops walking, yelling, "see this is exactly what makes me feel so uncertain about you. I know you're hiding something from me. What is is K? Is it the reason you left 5 years ago, does it involve the Devil's Work. Are you in some kind of cult".
"It's complicated okay", I tell Catherine. "What's so complicated about telling me the truth K. Whatever it is we can figure it out together", she cries out. I sigh and tell her, "just leave it alone". I'll figure it out.
"Noo", Catherine screams out, "you're not going to brush this off". She stands in front of me and demands, "tell me what it is now. Don't you trust me enough". I look at her and say, "I do trust you it's just. .it's complicated okay".
"Really K, really", she says with her arms folded. "Yes Catherine! Listen I don't need this right now", I tell her while starting to walk off. Catherine screams from behind, "that's it, walk off and disappear like you did all those years back. Walk off like the coward you were then, to scared to tell the people that love where you're going".
I clench my fist, and immediately turn to Catherine looking at her right in her face.
"You know nothing, of why I left, so you have no right to call me a coward for it", I tell her in a sharp tone. "Well you haven't given me any reason not to think otherwise", she says with a snare.
"Then you honestly don't know me that well enough, then again you never did", I tell her. Catherine let's out a grumpy sigh, and tells me, "you know what K. TK was right, you had no right to come back here. I cried every night after you left, hoping that you'd come back one day, praying that you were at least doing alright.
Well I guess you were, but I guess you also became an asshole while you were gone".
"Maybe I have become an asshole, and if so you wasted your tears over nothing", I tell Catherine. She slaps me across the face and it echoes. "F*ck off", she says.
I tell her, "gladly. I've been wanting to leave this backwards town anyways. Goodbye Catherine, don't cry for me to come back again".
I walk off, leaving Catherine in tears. But I choose not to look back. I get back to my hotel room and phone my manager.
"How soon can you organise a plane for me back to Hollywood", I ask him. Trouble in paradise! I can organise one for tonight", he says. "Good! I need to get out of here ASAP", I tell him. "Well I need you back here ASAP. We've got a problem this side", my manager says. "What is it", I ask him.
My manager sighs and tells me, "some information got leaked".