Finding Harmony by Leona Norwell Page B

we should make a habit of doing it more often.”
     
    “Definitely”.
     
    “Trey?”
     
    “Yeah?”
     
    “I love you.”
     
    “I love you too, Harmony, more than life itself.”
     
    The rain was hammering against the windows violently as I finished making a big mug of coffee before returning to the living area and joining Trey on the sofa.
     
    “Harmony, can I ask you something?”
     
    “Sure, fire away.”
     
    “I mean, obviously I know about Leo, but was there ever anybody else, like; did you ever fall in love with anyone else after me?”
     
    I contemplated his question deeply.
     
    “Well, now that you mention it… there is Someone that I’ve fallen in love with.”
     
    “Like a fling, or dating?”
     
    “No, I wouldn’t call it that. More of a deep, relationship.”
     
    His eyebrows wrinkle together in distaste, clearly not enjoying the thought but he gives me his best attempt at a smile under the circumstances, encouraging me to continue.
     
    “It’s… well, it’s with God, Trey.”
     
    The smile on his face freezes, and he waits.
     
    “I… oh I don’t want to sound crazy, but… I was raised to believe in the Lord, and to love him and…” I rushed on, not looking at Trey, trying to get the words out right. “And for a long time I left Him. But now…” I pause, and look up. “I think He led me back to you. And I don’t know why, or for what reason… but I do believe it. And I want to know, deeply, both of you. And be with both of you: Him and you, in my life.” I wait for him to tell me I’m crazy, or to call me a Bible-thumper.
     
    He laughs, pulling me into him.
     
    “Baby, whatever you believe is okay with me. I don’t know a lot about the Big Guy in the Sky, but if it makes you feel good, then I support it.”
     
    Relief floods through me. “Really?”
     
    Trey kisses my forhead. “Really.”
     
    I pause again. Possibilities are racing through my head. “Hey… Trey?”
     
    “What do you want to know, sugar?”
     
    “Do you think we could move away from here? I mean just pack our stuff and go, start our lives all over again?”
     
    He looks at me seriously, cupping my face in his hands.
     
    “I think I’d like that, very much.”
     
     
    ***
     
                  “Freddy… it’s your turn…”
     
    I change into yet another uncomfortable position on the sofa for the umpteenth time that night, waiting for Freddy to get up and tend to Trey.
     
    The groans and cries from Trey’s room intensifying with each passing moment.
     
    The great big lug at the other end of the sofa tosses and turns before answering back.
     
    “Hmmph, no I did it last time, it’s your turn.”
     
    “But you’re closer, just go.”
     
    “No, you.”
     
    I wait a while longer until it’s obvious that Freddy isn’t budging. Fine, I suppose I’ll have to go… yet again.
     
    I get up slowly from the sofa and make my way across the dark room and down the hall towards Trey’s bedroom, trying to avoid the death traps of shoes and beer bottles scattered all over the floor.
     
    I open the door to Trey’s room cautiously, unsure of what sate I’ll find him in. Tonight, like most nights before, he’s lying on the floor, his body convulsing. Without hesitation I run to him, kneeling on the floor beside him and pulling him into me. I can feel the cold sweat which has saturated his body as I sweep his dreads and a few loose strands of hair away from his face.
     
    Trey was on lockdown. Freddy and I had been taking turns at watching over him as often as we could. We were determined to get Trey off the drugs once and for all. I thought I’d be able to help him get through it, easy; after all, I’d gone through this whole process myself. And yet, seeing the person you love in so much pain was becoming unbearable
     
    He clung on to my body violently, nearly tearing shreds out of my skin. I would’ve yelped out at the pain he was inadvertently inflicting on me,