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induced euphoria, a tear rolls out of my eye.
I want to die.
“Mor ning,” Carla nods, when I emerge from my room, wrapped in a cotton dressing gown. “Are you feelin’ any better today?” I’ve pretended to be too sick to work all week. I’m obviously hiding out from Cole. But I can’t do that forever. I have to go back there and face him sometime.
“Yeah. I’m feeling better.”
She sets the mug of coffee she just made on the counter of the kitchen in front of me, and then starts preparing another one, adding a mug when Prez walks out and flops down on the couch.
“Listen, I was wondering. Would it be ok if I went into town today? Maybe I could buy some clothes that fit me properly. The shoes are fine. But all the clothes are a bit big.”
“You don’t want to come to the club today? Everyone’s been askin’ after you.” Carla asks.
“Maybe later. Has um… Cole been asking for me ?”
“He’s been too fuckin’ busy workin’ to be askin’ questions, ” Prez says from behind me on the couch. I turn around to look at Carla, who gives me a small shake of her head.
“Does Monique still hate my guts?”
“Probably. You did crack her ribs,” Carla points out. “You gonna tell us why you were fightin’ her yet?”
“She didn’t say?”
“Not a word.”
“Then it doesn’t matter. It was just a misunderstanding anyway. Listen, can I catch a bus, or call a cab or something?”
I can’t help but feel a huge amount of disappointment at the fact that Cole hasn’t asked after me. I mean, after what happened. You’d think he’d wonder… . Hell, who am I kidding? I don’t even know what really happened with Cole. All I know is that I’m hellishly attracted to him. He’s the first man I’ve ever had sex with that wasn’t for some sort of payment. And I liked it – loved it even. But when it was over, all these feelings swirled inside my chest and caused me to panic. In the end, it just felt so wrong. So scary.
“You see m to be getting along with Cole,” Carla says, as if she knew I was thinking about him. “We can get him to take you if you want?”
“No,” I say a little too quickly. “I just want to go on my own.”
“Anythin’ I should know about? Is somethin’ goin’ on between you two?” Prez asks.
“ Nothing important.”
He looks at me like he doesn’t believe me , and when I glance back to Carla, she’s giving me the same look. “Get dressed. I’ll take you in, and you can call your dad to pick you up when you’re done,” she says.
“I can make my own way.”
“Don’t fuckin’ argue. Just do what you’re told. Go and get dressed,” Prez growls.
I get ready quickly so Carla can give me a ride into town, stopping to let me off in front of a motorcycle store.
“Get some leathers would you ? We just got you back and we don’t need you gettin' ripped to pieces if you come off a bike.” She presses a wad of cash into my hand, as well as a mobile phone. “And call me or your dad when you’re through. Don’t take too long or I’m gonna send a search party for you. Ok?”
“Ok. Although, I’m not too sure how much trouble I can get into. There’s not much around here.”
I stand just outside the car with my hands in my back pockets after shoving the phone and cash inside and look around the small town. There’s a few specialty shops, a bunch of bars, and a tiny shopping centre that houses only one large chain store – Target.
“You’d be surprised what goes on in small towns. Call,” she reminds me, as I shut the door and she speeds off, her V8 motor cutting through the quiet of the town like a chainsaw.
I turn around and eye the motorcycle shop. I'm not really sure that I want leathers. I’ll die of heat exhaustion. Deciding to leave the purchase ‘til last, I head over to Target. What I need most is underwear. I only have the pair I arrived in, so I’m getting kind of desperate.
Feeling blissfully alone, I take my time,
I want to die.
“Mor ning,” Carla nods, when I emerge from my room, wrapped in a cotton dressing gown. “Are you feelin’ any better today?” I’ve pretended to be too sick to work all week. I’m obviously hiding out from Cole. But I can’t do that forever. I have to go back there and face him sometime.
“Yeah. I’m feeling better.”
She sets the mug of coffee she just made on the counter of the kitchen in front of me, and then starts preparing another one, adding a mug when Prez walks out and flops down on the couch.
“Listen, I was wondering. Would it be ok if I went into town today? Maybe I could buy some clothes that fit me properly. The shoes are fine. But all the clothes are a bit big.”
“You don’t want to come to the club today? Everyone’s been askin’ after you.” Carla asks.
“Maybe later. Has um… Cole been asking for me ?”
“He’s been too fuckin’ busy workin’ to be askin’ questions, ” Prez says from behind me on the couch. I turn around to look at Carla, who gives me a small shake of her head.
“Does Monique still hate my guts?”
“Probably. You did crack her ribs,” Carla points out. “You gonna tell us why you were fightin’ her yet?”
“She didn’t say?”
“Not a word.”
“Then it doesn’t matter. It was just a misunderstanding anyway. Listen, can I catch a bus, or call a cab or something?”
I can’t help but feel a huge amount of disappointment at the fact that Cole hasn’t asked after me. I mean, after what happened. You’d think he’d wonder… . Hell, who am I kidding? I don’t even know what really happened with Cole. All I know is that I’m hellishly attracted to him. He’s the first man I’ve ever had sex with that wasn’t for some sort of payment. And I liked it – loved it even. But when it was over, all these feelings swirled inside my chest and caused me to panic. In the end, it just felt so wrong. So scary.
“You see m to be getting along with Cole,” Carla says, as if she knew I was thinking about him. “We can get him to take you if you want?”
“No,” I say a little too quickly. “I just want to go on my own.”
“Anythin’ I should know about? Is somethin’ goin’ on between you two?” Prez asks.
“ Nothing important.”
He looks at me like he doesn’t believe me , and when I glance back to Carla, she’s giving me the same look. “Get dressed. I’ll take you in, and you can call your dad to pick you up when you’re done,” she says.
“I can make my own way.”
“Don’t fuckin’ argue. Just do what you’re told. Go and get dressed,” Prez growls.
I get ready quickly so Carla can give me a ride into town, stopping to let me off in front of a motorcycle store.
“Get some leathers would you ? We just got you back and we don’t need you gettin' ripped to pieces if you come off a bike.” She presses a wad of cash into my hand, as well as a mobile phone. “And call me or your dad when you’re through. Don’t take too long or I’m gonna send a search party for you. Ok?”
“Ok. Although, I’m not too sure how much trouble I can get into. There’s not much around here.”
I stand just outside the car with my hands in my back pockets after shoving the phone and cash inside and look around the small town. There’s a few specialty shops, a bunch of bars, and a tiny shopping centre that houses only one large chain store – Target.
“You’d be surprised what goes on in small towns. Call,” she reminds me, as I shut the door and she speeds off, her V8 motor cutting through the quiet of the town like a chainsaw.
I turn around and eye the motorcycle shop. I'm not really sure that I want leathers. I’ll die of heat exhaustion. Deciding to leave the purchase ‘til last, I head over to Target. What I need most is underwear. I only have the pair I arrived in, so I’m getting kind of desperate.
Feeling blissfully alone, I take my time,
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