The Epic Last Song

chapter 2

Chapter 2

The door is brown in color and has a thin metal plate stuck to the top of it with the room number engraved on it in black. I bring my hand up to knock but as soon as my knuckles hit the door, it opens. Has Jeremy actually been careless enough to leave his hotel room door open?

            I push the door a little more open and walk in. this hotel room is just like the million that I have walked into before. All white and light, smells fresh and new, the floors are carpeted so my heels don’t make that much noise.

            But after seeing the view in front of me, I wish they had. I wish I had knocked the door so Jeremy and his fuck toy would have stopped doing what they were doing now. The slut has Jeremy’s dick buried deep inside her throat, while her hands are cradling his balls. Jeremy on the other hand seems to be enjoying this quite a lot since he is making wired sex noises.

            Not being able to see anymore I turn around and decide to walk out. Unfortunately before I can leave so Jeremy notices my presence. He must have tried to get ‘cause all of a sudden I hear “Is maith liom é nuair a mbeadh tú a scornach domhain orm, ach rabhadh a bheith deas” I don’t know what language the girl is speaking in but I’m guessing it’s Irish since we are in Ireland.

            But Jeremy doesn’t reply to whatever the girl has said, in fact his next words are to me. “It’s okay Eleanor, you can turn around now.”

            “I’m not entirely sure if I want to.” I reply, hoping and praying that my voice won’t shake. Unfortunately, it does.

            “Oh c’mon now Ele, don’t be like that!”

            “What do you mean don’t be like that? What do you think I should not be? Shocked? Disgusted? Scarred for life?” I’m almost yelling now and in my fits of anger have turned around and am facing the jerk. But to give him some credit, he has put on some pants.

            “no, overreact. That’s what I meant don’t overreact!”

            “don’t you dare say that! I’m NOT overreacting. In fact, I’m reacting just enough. I’m reacting how any girl would if she finds out that her fake boyfriend is getting a blowjob by housekeeping without even locking the door properly! Oh and what’s up with that? Do you even know about the long lasting effect it can have on your and my career if anyone found out about this?”

            This is the time when the slut decides to chip in “cad atá ar siúl?” and to that Jeremy replies “ná bíodh imní ort mil, is é seo go cailín soith de mo inis mé duit faoi. tá sí ag caitheamh ach oiriúnach, díreach mar a dhéanann sí de ghnáth. miste leat imeacht uainn amháin ar feadh nóiméad? ionas gur féidir liom calma di?”

            I don’t know what Jeremy said but he must have asked her to leave ‘cause she gets up and exits the room closing the door after her. I turn around to look at Jeremy and he is griming now. “Hey! So happy to see you here” he says and goes in for a hug. Before I can stop him or even realize what’s going on he pulls away himself. Holding me by my shoulders he looks at me for a moment and makes a face that clearly tells me that is disgusted by even the site of me and says “not!”

            I push his hands off of my shoulders. “What the hell was all that about?”

            “What? I have a stomach I get hungry. I have a dick I get horny, simple.”

            God, all of this is giving me a headache and to think of it I’ve been here less than ten minutes. “Well, could you at least lock the door before sticking your dick down her throat.”         

            He looks at me for a second while scratching the back of his head, trying to come up with an excuse. “Yeah about that….” Obviously he’s speechless and somewhere in his misery I find my pleasure. I cross my hands in front of my chest and await his answer. He just sighs and says, “why are you here anyway?”

            “Don’t you know? Its my moral duty to ruin all the fun you are ever supposed to have.” I say this while making my angel face.

            He on the other hand just laughs sarcastically “hahaha! See now I know why you’re not an actress. No seriously, why are you here?”

            I just sigh at that, “well, I’m here to be a good fake girlfriend and support you on your big night.” Thankfully, he smiles. “Okay, no, seriously, why in the world are you here? I mean, I didn’t call you and you literally have to be manhandled into spending time with me. So please tell me, what’s the real reason?”

            “Okay fine, you caught me. There is something that I’ve been meaning to talk to you about….”

“Go on, I’m listening.” He said.

             This is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for, for so long. I can finally have it, my will, my freedom and my identity. No more lying, hiding, pretending. Just…me.  “Well, I don’t really know how to say this but…I want to breakup.”