Shadows

Nine

Moving everything was less of a problem this time, but we still needed a van. My brother was very grateful for the apartment, and I was glad. I had felt bad that the only thing I managed to do while they moved was work on music and food laundry to get packed, but now all that was left in the apartment was our bed. We were officially heading back to Minnesota in the morning. There was a lot I had to do work wise, but lately I've been having trouble with migraines. They've been occurring the last few days on and off and randomly. When I got my stitches removed, I told the doctor about it and he said it would pass. Divinity got her stitches removed was well and I was happy we were going home. It was just us again. I was lying awake and looking out of the window while Divinity was asleep behind me. It was going to be freezing cold when we went home, but I didn't care. We didn't care. We'd be home, and we were just a night's sleep away.

"Divinity...Divinity." Someone was shaking me awake and I opened my eyes. Duane was looking at me. "Hey. Prince is sleepwalking I think. He left the apartment." I sat up and swung my legs off the bed. "What the fuck? Why didn't you stop him?" "He seemed to know what he was doing. I don't know he looked half here, half somewhere else. Said he was going to a bar." I stood up knowing exactly what this behavior was. I slipped on some shoes and a jacket over my t shirt before leaving the apartment on my own. The closest bar I knew of was just a couple of blocks away. I walked to the bar and walked in to see Prince dressed to the nines in tight slacks, dress shoes, and a button up with a blazer. His hair was all over the place and he was wearing shades with a cigarette between his fingers and with the same hand he was holding a glass of bourbon. If this was Jamie, I couldn't tell...but he fit the drawing Prince drew for me years ago.

I walked slowly towards him as he was watching some girls dancing. "Jamie?" I asked. He turned his head towards me and grinned. "Hey, baby girl." He said taking the glass with his other hand and take a drag of a cigarette. I hadn't seen him in weeks. I was looking at his hair particularly. "Jamie, what are you doing? You scared me when you left." I said. "Ha! Don't worry your pretty little head. C'mon." He downed his bourbon and took my hand so we could go outside. He threw his cigarette into the street before running his hand up my ass. Jamie had a habit of getting horny when he was drunk, so I had to be cautious. He used to be able to control himself, but alcohol was a liquid aphrodisiac to Jamie Starr. "Wait, hold on." He said. Jamie hopped up and down to get his pants buttoned and zipped. "Jamie, how many did you fuck?" "No fucking. Honestly." I crossed my arms. "You were jerking off again at the bar?" He grinned. "You know me well." I shook my head and rubbed between my eyes laughing. It was like old times. He put his arm around my shoulders and we were walking back home. He was definitely drunk. It was like that night in Minnesota years ago. The day I found out I was pregnant with Dominic was the night I slept with Jamie Starr.

"Where have you been?" I asked him. "Uhhh at the fucking bar? Where else?" "No, Jamie. Where have you been in this world? Where has Camille been? And Joey?" "Hold that fucking thought." He walked away from me to go down an alley and I heard him vomiting by a dumpster. Yup, just like old times. He wobbled out of the alley wiping his mouth before putting his arm around my shoulders again and I was holding him up. "Joey's gone." He said. "Joey's gone? Where'd he go?" "Fuck if I know." He burped. "How much longer do we gotta walk?" He gagged. "I gotta piss like a racehorse." He said. I sighed. "How many glasses of bourbon?" "Uhhhhh. I remember the shots." He said before he almost fell. He grabbed the nearby light pole. "C'mon, one more block, Jamie." He fell into me and I was holding him. I turned him so we could keep walking but he was putting more weight on me. "Yo baby doll can you pop a titty for me." He sang in falsetto and that honestly made me laugh. "Jamie, shut up. Maybe when we get home." I said. I actually wanted to keep Jamie fronting as long as possible as I had some plans. I had been waiting for someone to front and if I was lucky, Camille would front, too.