Trouble Times Two

Chapter Forty-Two

Sunday

I wake up with a splitting headache and also on the floor.

Which was probably because Donovan pushed me off.

Donovan clearly didn't remember that he didn't let me go last night.

I was far too intoxicated to merely pretend to sleep because the minute my head touched that pillow, I was in a deep sleep.

He was being a prick.

I start packing and caring for the baby while he does fuck all, as usual, and I know that I should just ignore him.

I make sure I don't leave anything and then go check on him.

I now notice something that I hadn't when I had woke up, all his stuff is gone from the room he was staying in.

I go to Courtney and Arthur's room and knock but they're gone too, I can see on our tracking app group that they're both in a car.

I call Arthur.

"Hey Gia." He says, tired.

"Hi, where are you?" I ask and tap my foot nervously for a response.

"We're on the way back to the apartment complex. Donovan said you were going to make your own way back because you wanted to run some errands." I sigh.

"Yeah, was just making sure everything was all good." I obviously didn't have a car with me and I was still drunk, so driving was not an option in any way.

I take my suitcase and other stuff downstairs,  consider my options before ordering an uber.

I sit in the lobby and wait while everyone else from the wedding party start to check out.

I just watch as they all trickle through.

Holly's wife comes through and I watch in utter horror as Holly walks in and hugs and kisses her. This could not be happening. Not now, not every

I put my hood up and look down.

I don't want to see her and I know she doesn't want to see me.

I slip my shoes off and cross my legs on the seat I'm on. I just stare at my empty phone screen when someone walks up to me, and I look up.

It's Donovan.

"You're still here?" He says, smirking.

Holly and FB leave and I sigh a secret breath of relief.

Donovan is still looking at me. He must think he's hilarious.

"Why were you in my bed?" He asks and I look at him with complete confusion.

"The one you insisted I stay in. Were you not the person who wouldn't let go of me until I gave in?" I respond as I stand up to go to the pick up point.

I put my stuff in the back and for some reason Donovan hops in too.

It only takes a bit to get back to the apartment. I haul my stuff back to my room.

"You're so spoilt, you can just get an expensive uber like this. You live in a massive house and you have all the latest gadgets." He's really pissing me off now.

I close the door to the room and lock it.

I sit down and look at myself in the mirror and start brushing my hair. I needed to wash it.

The hangover I had was crazy. I truly don't understand how I used to do this shit nearly everyday.

Every brush stroke pulls my head and creates a new wave of pain and I have to take an advil even though I don't like taking medication.

My drinking was an issue but the drugs was always tens times worse.

Drugs was something that I couldn't do again.

But if I couldn't stop myself from drinking, how would I be able to stop myself from doing drugs?

I finish brushing it as much as I can and then go and shower.

I stand there in the hot stream, but I start to break down as I think about the comment about me being spoilt.

I sit down in the shower and sob into my hands as I think about how I would trade anything to have my parents back, to be a family again but I can't.

I would never get that ever again.

I never once stole growing up, I've never failed a class, even when I was shooting up and drinking myself to destruction, I never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it.

But I went through all of that because one day my parents got killed and I was the scapegoat.

If my parents had acted with an ounce of sense, I may still be that happy girl I was but no. Now I was an ex drug and alcohol addict, who lost an impressionable part of my childhood to horrible adults who didn't care for me at all.

That was what stuck.

I don't blame my parents for what happened but I certainly got blamed for it by others, which was probably a source of my own anger towards them. To my beautiful, kind, loving parents.

If I was being totally realistic, they were helping out what they thought was a homeless person. My parents were just trying to do the good they had instilled in me, and my siblings.

I just knew it wasn't a good idea because I'd been told many a time that the alley was a bad place.

Almost any time somebody went down there at night, some sort of crime was taking a place.

However, murder was a totally new crime to take place.

They installed cameras right after but it was sort of useless at that point because no one wanted to go down 'murder alley', regardless of their intentions. So now? It was simply starting to rot.

I get up and dry my hair, getting into my most comfy pyjamas. I do my skincare and makeup, before trudging back to my room to comfort the crying fake baby.

I knock on Donovan's door and walk in. I know he can't be in it as there is silence.

I see the wristband on his side table and I take it and put it on my hand.

I can tell that he's not taking part in any of this and that's enough to tell me that he's not a serious person and you know what? That's fine.

I just had to distance myself from him as much as possible without raising any red flags from Howlett or Stacie, or anyone else with a vested interest in our business.