It had felt like I slept for days, when I finally woke up. When I checked my phone, I realized that it had been. I came home Sunday morning and it was now Monday night and I was just coming back into consciousness. Checking the time I saw that the bookstore has been closed for an hour, I yawned and looked around. I saw a note taped to the wall where I was sleeping and decided to open it now rather than later.
Well, seems like you're really down for the count. Glad you enjoyed yourself wherever you went this weekend. You deserve it Bianca, you really do. Anyway, while you've been sleeping the day away a few things happened. Your parents called the store looking for you. I told them that you took a weekend trip but they thought I was lying. They said they're going to make a trip out here in a few days but I'm not sure if they were telling the truth or not. You know them better than me. Remember that you are in control of your own life, not them. Cashew turned a weird pink color so I took her to the vet and she's fine she just had an infection. I put it on the bookstore card so maybe you can write her off when tax season comes around? Last but not least, that NBA player has been lingering around looking for you. He came twice in today. He didn't outrightly ask for you but any idiot could see that he wanted to see you. He told me to leave you his number so you can text him. But, by the time I got around to writing this note I lost the paper that he wrote it down on. I'm sure he'll be back. That's all, see you tomorrow sleepy head.
- Tamryn
Woah. Just a reminder that I should never drink again if it's going to knock me out like this. I got up and slowly walked out to Cashew's enclosure by the front desk. She was slithering through the Denver Nuggets basketball hoop Aaron put in the enclosure for her. Seeing that she was ok, I went back to my room and plopped down on my bed. I attempted to run a finger through my tangled hair only for it to remind me I need to hop in the shower before I process all that is going on. I swung my legs over and immediately felt the soreness from dancing the other night. What if my parents really do make an appearance? I started shaking from the fear that came over me at the thought.
I sat on my bed for what felt like hours, thinking about all of the bad outcomes of a visit from them. I had to find a way to relax... Maybe one more day of drinking wouldn't be so bad? Just to take the edge off of my parents possibly coming out to tear my feelings apart. "Damn it." I quietly spoke to myself as I limped to the mini fridge and took out a small bottle of wine, chugging it. Getting drunk is ok as long as I'm at home, right? I then limped into the shower.
The hot water felt amazing against my body. I let it pour over my head, feeling it all throughout my scalp. Washing up after sleeping for about two days refreshed and recalibrated me, but standing under the water after I was done was felt orgasmic, almost. It felt like I could feel everything and nothing at the same time, also thanks to the wine I had. I came in this shower to think about something. What did I need to think about? I swayed back and forth and closed my eyes trying to remember. I must've been standing there for a while because the water started to get cold, but I didn't notice until it was basically like ice. The cold water send a shock through my system and I jolted awake, running, and slipping out of my shower. Taking the shower curtain and rod with me as my face met the floor.
I couldn't move, everything hurt. I was facedown in the bathroom groaning. My phone, I've gotta get to my phone. I crawled three times and reached my arm up to the sink. Unlocking my phone I called Tamryn. Twice, but both times her voicemail greeted me. Shit shit shit what do I do? I started to panic. Do I call the police? What would it look like for my bookstore if the owner was found drunk, wet, and naked in the back of her establishment? I rested my head sideways on the tile, seeing my bed and I started to cry. Why did I do this to myself? No, why did i do this to myself again? Too drunk, too sore, and too bruised to even make it to my bed. Too exhausted to even crawl a little bit more.
