As I walk into the house, I could feel the cool air hit my skin. It, however, doesn't cool down my anger. I looked down at the door to see Ross' shoes. He's here. I decided to do something that'll wake him up for sure. I walk into the kitchen and grab the blow horn. I walk upstairs into our room and opened the door. I didn't even bother being quiet. I marched over to the bed and stared over the blonde haired boy. Too bad he won't be peaceful for long. I held the blow horn over his head and pressed the button, hard.
"Ahh!" He yelled and fell off of the bed, covering his ears. I kept the air horn blowing. "Stop! Please!" I stopped and dropped the can on the ground. "Aw, man, I have a migraine."
"Aww, you poor little baby. Do you want a bottle and a bib?" I asked sarcastically in a baby voice. He looked up at me confused.
"What's your problem?" He asks annoyed. I crossed my arms and roll my eyes at him.
"You." I answer. He stares at me blankly. "I saw the pictures Rocky sent me." He seems more than confused.
"What?" He asks. I kneel down to him.
"You cheated. I'm leaving. Don't call me. Don't text me. I don't want any contact with you." I stand up and start to walk out. I stop in my tracks and turn around. I take one of Emily's toys and throw it at him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He stands up slowly and tries to run towards me.
"Fuck you! I told you no alcohol!" I yell and walk downstairs. I grab my keys and purse. I open the door.
"Wait! Dove!" Ross called. I shook my head.
"I'm so sick and tired of you! Bye Ross!" With that, I slammed the door. I didn't care where I went.
After awhile, I decide to drive to a hotel. Once I pull up, I stop and think. Ross cheated. He cheated, he raped me, hated me for being pregnant, and practically beat me. My life is black... Black. I start the car again and drive to a hair salon. I walk in and put a smile on my face.
"Hi! Welcome to Jet Salon! What can I do for you?" The man asked. I pulled out my money.
"I would like to change my hairstyle and have it dyed black." I say. The man types on his computer.
"$53.45." He exclaims. I give him the money. "Okay, my friend Katey will assist you in a minute. You can wait over there if you want." He didn't stop smiling and pointed to a chair. I nodded and sat down. Just then, I had gotten a text. It's from Bridgit.
Why? Why didn't you tell us sooner?
I texted back.
I'm sorry. I couldn't find the right words.
"Hi there!" A voice said. I jumped. "Sorry! Didn't mean to scare ya! The names Katey!" The southern girl held her hand out. I gladly shook it.
"Dove," I replied. The girl had black hair with pink highlights, light green eyes, and is tan.
"So, I heard you want your hair dyed and... a different hairstyle?" She asked. I nodded. "Kay, follow me." We walked over to a chair and I sat down. Here we go.
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I walked into the hotel. My black hair swayed from side to side along with my black high-heel boots and a Japanese shirt. Two bags were in my hand.
"Welcome to the Stars Hotel. How can I help you?" The lady asked.
"I need a room," I say quietly. She nods.
"Anything in the room you need specifically?" She asked. I shook my head. "Okay. Room 345, the 17th floor." The lady handed me the key and turned back to her computer.
When I entered the room, I closed the door and ran to my bed. I went face down and started to fall asleep. Before I did, I pulled something out of my bag. A pack of cigarettes. I took one and lit it up. Wait, I'm pregnant. I can't smoke, like, at all. Just then, I got a text. I picked up the phone and looked at it. Rocky.
