Chim - Your Sound

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Kimberley’s POV

Still mostly covered by the duvet I watch the minutes pass on my alarm clock. It’s all I’ve been doing this last 23 minutes. That and studying the interior of my room without really paying attention. It’s well past midday now and the smell of something slightly burning  a few minutes a go told me Nicola started on lunch without me. She didn’t even knock on my room to check.

I wonder if her male friend is still downstairs. He did stay over though as his clumsy ways in the shower woke me earlier. He definitely broke something as I could hear glass chatter. I’m just too lazy to get out of bed and check it myself. Lazy as in a depressed.

Rubbing my eyes I carefully role onto my back, searching for my phone without looking to go through what happened last night again.

There are a few missed calls from Cheryl, a missed call from Nicola and that one text I got when I was already safe in bed. I read it again, sighing when I think about her words. 

Those angry words Cheryl sent me after I wouldn’t answer her calls. I’m surprised she actually called me after what I said. I drank enough last night, but not enough to forget. Or to blame the alcohol for my actions. I was aware of everything I screamed at her.

Fuming I make my way out, ignoring the worried look on big Pete’s face. The gentle bouncer who could probably lift a house.

I don’t care that he frowns when I walk past him without saying goodbye, or that he yells my name when I’m already half way down the street.

I’ve had enough of it, and everyone.

‘Move you twat.’

I swing my arm at a man who’s standing in my way. There’s no contact but it’s still enough to earn a series of curse words and rude names. I don’t care about that neither.

Because let’s face it, I don’t belong here at all.

Look at me, walking down the street trying to balance myself on high heels, clinging onto my purse that I might need to throw up in later. My friends are left behind in that stuffy club filled with people who either enjoy screwing you, or would prefer screwing you over.

I sit there, drinking those nasty shots one by one, smiling and laughing with the others about the latest club scene gossip or their sorry lives. I watch them dance and cheer whilst I wait for Cheryl to finish with her work. So she can introduce me to people who remember me as ‘Cheryl’s girlfriend’ from then on.

Yes they greet me the next time I’m there, offer me a drink and then stare at me until I say something interesting. Long enough until they discover I’m just boring really and they move on. Probably shaking their heads as to why DJ Cheryl is dating me.

That, or I could just listen to stories about how my girlfriend used to f*ck others. And then laugh about it like they do. As if I don’t give a damn.

‘Kimberley! Wait!’

I know it’s her, I could recognize her voice anywhere. By the way her footsteps come closer and closer I also realise she’s going to catch up with me anyways. So I turn around with a snap, making Cheryl stop dead in her tracks.

‘What?!’

It’s loud and it’s unnecessary but I’m angry beyond words. p!ssed off enough to not give her an honest chance to defend herself. Or to calm me down. 

I don’t want to sit down and have a chat about it. I just want to be mad for once. Scream at her because I want to.

She doesn’t say anything. Looks at me instead with worried eyes, clumsily looking for words like she always does whenever things don’t go how she planned.