When I wake up in the morning Derek isn't there, so I push the blankets aside and climb out of bed. I made a quick stop at the bathroom to pee and I'm sure I have some major bed head so I fix my hair.
I hear Derek on the phone so I stay at the top of the stairs to kind of listen in on what he's saying.
I know but today is not good. I have stuff going on.
I know I promised you, but shit happens. I can't jump everytime you say jump.
Melissa don't do this! I told you I just have a lot going on right now.
Turning around I go back to his room and call Courtney nearly in tears. I ask her to please come get me and she said she would without hesitation.
Heading downstairs not saying a word I grab my skirt from the floor and my shirt. I slide the skirt over his boxers and take the boxers off. Taking his shirt off I put mine back on remembering the buttons have been torn off. So I threw my coat over it and zippered it up. I grabbed my shoe and put it on. Looking out the window I saw Courtney pull up so I quietly snuck out and got into Courtney's car.
"So do you want to tell me what happened?" She asks.
"When I woke up this morning I overheard him on the phone arguing with some Melissa chick."
"What were they arguing about?"
"All I really heard him say was that he had stuff going on, knows he promised but it's not a good day and that he can't jump everytime she says jump. I didn't stick around long enough to hear the rest."
"Maybe it's not what you think. Maybe it's a friend or something." Courtney tries to rationalize.
"I don't know. Let's just go home."
Courtney pulls into our apartment parking lot. Brad's standing at the door waiting. Courtney looks at me and we get out of the car. He flings the door open for us.
"He's waking up!" Brad says excitedly.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yes very slowly. The doctor said we can come see him. Do you want to go?"
Courtney looks at me. "Let her get cleaned up and changed, then we will go."
"Someone stay out too late last night?" Brad asked.
"Something like that." And they follow me into the house.
Derek must of realized I was gone because my phone is ringing off the hook and text messages are coming in.
Derek: where did you go?
Me: why don't you start with explaining who Melissa is.
He doesn't respond. I finish getting dressed and go into the bathroom and quickly do something with my hair. When in doubt throw it up. I put some makeup on so I didn't look like I've been drug through the mud and head out to the living room.
"Ready?" I ask putting my coat on.
"Let's go!" Brad says.
On our way to the hospital Derek texts back.
Derek: so you're not at home?
