29 November 2012
I sat up quickly, the blood rushed from my head and my vision blurred. I looked to my left. That’s not my dresser, I thought. I looked to my right. That’s not my side table.
My heart picked up speed as I tried to recall where I was and how I got here. I frantically looked around the room in search of my phone, but I couldn’t find it. Fuck.
I threw off my covers and gasped when I realized that I was practically naked, my jeans and tshirt missing from my body. I lept off the bed and ransacked the room, looking for my belongings, but to no cigar. Fuck.
I grudgingly wrapped myself up in the comforter and stumbled down the stairs, slowly recognizing where I was as I came across the small, familiar room. I was still at David’s.
My foot suddenly got caught in the comforter, sending me painfully down the stairs. I reached the bottom, but I couldn’t get up. I was paralyzed. I choked back a cry.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” a voice behind me called. But I couldn’t turn my head to look. I started to cry then, scared and desperately wanting to leave this godforsaken house. “Hey, Rory.” I felt his warm hand on my hair as he sat beside me. “Are you okay?” I sobbed harder then, hiding my snotty, teary face in the comforter. The stranger pulled me to him and I cried harder. “Rory,” he said, trying to pull the comforter from my face. But I refused. “Rory,” he said more urgently. He pulled the comforter down again, and I relented, using my hands to cover my face. “Look at me, Rory.” I peered at him through the slits in between my fingers. He was naked, albeit a pair of briefs, and was pale as hell. “Let me take you home,” he said. I nodded and he helped me up.
I sat shotgun, clothed now, looking straight forward. He kept glancing at me nervously, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Rory, I...” “Shut it,” I muttered through clenched teeth. He let out a sigh and continued to drive. I took my phone out of my pocket.
2 grams. Tonight.
I hit send.
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