Drugs Of NYC

Chapter 30 - Cold Nights

I raced out of the studio, blinded by my own tears. My chest heaving and my heart ready to pounce out of my own chest. The heavy poured down on my head making my hair cover one of my eyes. I knew he would probably follow me out so I hailed down the first taxi I saw. Screaming at the top of my lungs for it to stop. It pulled over quickly and I swung the door open.

"Where ya headin' little lady?" The cab driver whistled back at me. He looked so disgusting. A man in his forties with dirty grey hair and a Yankees cap on top. At this point though any man looked disgusting.

"Just drive!" I cried shutting the door behind me. He pulled off sensing the urgency in my voice. I brought my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them in the seat. I sobbed uncontrollably into my knees. Emotions kept washing over me. The cab driver looked in the rear view mirror a couple times, just checking on me. I could read the concern. He wanted to speak but he wasn't sure what to say. I mean what would you say to a crying, pretty girl at three a.m? My phone buzzed like crazy in my clutch purse. I picked it up, not even looking to see who it was. I threw it out the window. I could hear it break, even as the cab driver drove down the street. I returned back to sobbing uncontrollably in my lap until the driver finally spoke,

"Is there somewhere I can take you, hon? I can't drive you around all night." he said softly. I nodded and slowly composed myself enough to speak.

"Here's an address." I handed him a tear soaked piece of paper. He nodded and tried his best to read the street name and numbers. This was Definitely the worst night of my life. But it didn't have to be this way. Nothing had to be this way.

I woke up drenched in my own sweat. I'd had the same dream for two nights now. Ken attacking me and me running away from him and hailing a taxi. I could never find myself feeling more alone. Maybe that's what I deserved. I was going to give up guys for a while. A year or two would definitely do me well. I'd successfully achieved the feeling of aloneness. It didn't set well but it's just right.

I heard a pounding knock at my door and I merely stared at it for a second. I'd been in bed ever since that day. I hadn't ate or showered. It felt foreign to actually to even have a reason to get up to do anything besides pee. I dragged my feet over to the door looking through the peephole.

"About time," I muttered unlocking the door. I finally opened it and saw just the person I wanted to see. "I called you TWO days ago."

"Yeah well you try booking a flight on New Years Eve. Its insane." Kingsley replied dusting snow off the shoulders of her pink pea coat. She was wearing her signature white knit beanie, black skinny jeans and combat boots. Her fire engine red hair was tucked neatly out of her face and running down her back. I was super happy to see her, despite my annoyance with the time differences.

"Well I'm glad you were able to find one because I need you."

"That's why I'm here and I brought an extra support system." She nodded to Murphy who had now appeared next to her. His blonde hair was snow covered and his white pea coat accented his green eyes.

"Tessy!" He threw his arms around me. "We're here for you!" He pulled away. "Kingsley told me everything!"

"I'm glad you're here too Murphy. Double support."

Kingsley pulled in two suitcases and walked past me. "This is your room?!"

"Yeah," I shut the door as Murphy skipped past me, gasping at the colors. His mouth open in shock as he gazed around.

"Can we stay here for like three weeks??"

"No, as soon as its a flight open, we're taking Tessa home." Kingsley said sternly.