Dream Girl | Omeeka

Chapter 46: In the Lonely Hour

Chapter 46
In the Lonely Hour

Los Angeles, CA

4:53 AM

Severe dehydration awakened her to her dark master suite. Her ears were ringing and her body was weak from the activities hours before making it hard to even roll over. She laid still for a while until she was able to peel herself from her sheets. As she slid her tiny manicured feet into a pair of fuzzy pink 'Moschino' slippers, a voice from across the room startled her.

Still disoriented from the pounding headache she clenched onto the sheets and squinted to see who it was. The faint remnants of moonlight pierced through the window onto the seating area on the other side of her large suite. The figure stood up and started pacing towards her, forcing Nicki to take a few steps back. As it got closer she recognized who it was and became even more nervous.

Meek: "why you backing up for?" (Pressing her in a composed manner)

Nicki: (nervously fixing her hair) "Meek, what are you doing here?"

Meek: "what you mean what I'm doing here? (He steps into her personal space so they are closely facing one another) "I got have a reason to see my girl?" (Shrugging his shoulders)

Nicki: "No... No baby it's not like that... it's just cus last night... and the other day (stuttering through her statement)

Meek: "Yea... last night... hold on (walking over to turn on the light) I need to see your face right now"

(Nicki stood with her arms clenched tightly to her robe as she watched him glide a few steps over to the light switch. His calmness made her nervous. She admired him head to toe as he made his way back to her. His fresh cut stood out the most. A long black Givenchy button up and some Balmain jeans covered his tall frame. His shoes were already off, assuming he'd been there for a while.

A smile flashed on his face when he saw her staring.)

Meek: "was sup?"

Nicki: "other than you scaring the fuck outta me" (breaking out of her trance) "...I'm fine Rihmeek, when'd you get here" (smiling back)

Meek: "a few hours ago.."(brushing her hair with his fingers) "you good?"

Nicki: "Yes.... I just missed you ..." (rubbing his chest)

(Before he could pull her in closer Nicki backed away with one hand covering her mouth and the other covering her stomach. She fled off into the bathroom slamming the door closed behind her.

A few moments he could hear her leaned over vomiting.  He didn't say much, it actually upset him to hear her that way.)

Nicki: "I'M FINE" (she yelled back at him through the door)

(Meek waited impatiently and began pacing around the now well-lit room. He used the hotel phone to make a phone call and she still wasn't out. He took a seat on the bed and ended up staring at her clothes on the floor from the night before. Stilettos, short dress, and the pink Chanel bag he had gifted her a few months ago. He grew more impatient when he saw her phone sitting on the night stand. Meek peeked over at it and read the time, 5:01 am and a notification of 26 missed calls. 

Suddenly he felt uncomfortable on the bed and walked back to his original spot across the room on the sofa. He was going through his new phone when he heard the bathroom sink turn of and the door swing open. Nicki stepped out the bathroom wrapped in a spa towel. Her hair was wet and slicked up into a deliberately unkempt bun. She mouthed the words "I'm Sorry" to meek when he looked up at her.)

Meek: "sorry for what" (purposely relaying his attention back to his phone) ..."...What happened last night?" (He said calmly but sternly)

Nicki: "Nothing!! (her voice screeched) ... that's not why I'm saying sorry"