Memoirs: Epiphany (Edited)

My teacher made a suggestion to make the story funny, after he read the first version he was kidding around like "hey that's my toothbrush" so I decided to incorporate that into the piece. 
This is what I came up with..


But It Was Mine

Her
"My name is Natalya and you are?" I told the girl my name as I stared at my green toothbrush hanging out of the side of her mouth. Natalya looked to be about twenty, had dirty blonde hair and bangs swept to one side. She told me Bobby was still sleeping then attempted to call him saying, "there's a girl here." Of course he didn't dare to get up.  I peeked into his room to see him sleeping just like how I had left him the night before, "So how long have you known him," I asked her inquisitively. "Oh about a month," she replied. Intrigued, she asked me the same; painstakingly I said, "about eight months." Her blue eyes grew big at this. Natalya grabbed her bag and purple shorts off of the brown sofa then hurriedly said, "I don't have time for this," walking out of the front door. I stood there in shock not knowing what to do, how to feel, or what to think.  A few minutes later Bobby emerged, his thick long brown hair was wild and everywhere, he stood for a minute in the bedroom doorway in his boxer briefs holding a pillow against the side of his waist with a familiar smirk on his face. I could not find the words at that particular moment for the feeling inside of me.  I stood there looking at the tattoo across his lower abdomen that said “want some.” I could feel sarcasm welling up inside of me. Part of me wanted to burst out laughing! He looked at me with a "pretending to be sleepy-ish" look on his tan face.  I chose not confront anything at the time. I still was trying to understand what just happened.

Him
He went to get dressed...but first he popped the top off his favorite green glass bottled drink.   From heineken to two-eleven steel reserves. His drinking habits always tipped me off when something was up or bothering him.  We had to go to Arrowhead mall to pick up his cousins from work. It was much farther than I expected.  “Those are inmates” he said when he noticed an unmarked white van followed by a cop car. “Of course you would know,” I thought to myself. By the time we arrived he was already drunk and began being inappropriate, reaching to put his hand in my back pocket. I slapped his hand away. As we walked past a sunglasses kiosk, the employee was around on the other side so Bobby casually put a pair of sunglasses on and kept walking.   After that I wanted to go have a "sit down" meal in hopes food would do him some good.  We went to Chevy's Tex-Mex restaurant.  Inside he was screaming, laying sideways in the booth, and yelling at the waiter. I felt so embarrassed at his child-like behavior. It was time to head back to Mesa, “go to sleep.” I told him as soon as he slumped into the passenger seat.  I was tired of his drunken rambling and behavior.  It was a long drive back. My ipod was on repeat so the same song just kept playing over and over, like the morning in my mind. My toothbrush was all I could think about.

Me
That evening I began to drink.  Lemonade flavored four loko followed by iced tea joose. We were outside his apartment in the parking lot with his brother and cousins when the alcohol began to take hold of me.  I began putting pressure on the can and it made popping sounds. My emotional state went into overdrive. Out of nowhere I began pushing him, angrily pushing him. He was sober and now I was not. He asked me to come inside because he was hungry, so he started cooking.  I stared at his tiny pot plant in the kitchen sink, thinking. Thinking about my morning discovery reduced me to tears. I didn’t understand why.  He stood there while the meat cooked and just looked at me, spatula in hand in bewilderment. Tears seemed to be pouring out like the monsoon rain. I felt so ashamed to be crying like this in front of him.  He then wrapped his arms around me.  Coaxing me to stop crying.  What was this? Truth staring me in my oceaned eyes. The person who had hurt me was the one comforting me.  It made no sense at the time but was exactly what I needed to feel okay. I needed a new toothbrush.