So I ended up sleeping in the same bed as Jamie after all. I figured by now he had no intentions of hurting me, but he still built a wall of pillows between us. More like two, but whatever. I didn't argue.
I couldn't sleep that night. Not because I was worried, but because I couldn't stop thinking. I had caused a scene earlier that woke everyone up. Why couldn't I have just let it go? It was blondies fault...right?
My problem was Jake had always taught me everything was my fault. And I believed him. 100%. The sick feeling that I had screwed something up traveled over to everything life had to offer. It's not something that's going to go away; it's engraved into who I am as a person now.
But...I missed him. As crazy and stupid as it sounds, I missed Jake. It's one of those things no one would ever get unless they were to actually experience a relationship like us. He was the only one who stood by me through the tough times. He supported me for fucks sake, who was I to run away from him?! Sure he gave me a couple of scars and said some things he shouldn't have, but he didn't mean it...
Or that's what I kept telling myself.
Sighing, I rolled over to look at the clock. 9:18 AM. Good enough to be awake. I pulled myself up and stumbled over to the bathroom. Flicking on the light and locking the door, I turned to face the mirror.
On my upper shoulder there was a long, red cut. It stung when I poked at it. Spots around my collar bone were turning black and blue, from where he had punched me a few days prior. It was the only physical damage in plain sight I could see from jake.
'He was drunk,' I thought. 'It was an accident..'
I then took my shirt off and took a good long look at my stomach. Fresh red steaks ran across them, searing in comparison to the white fading ones. It was easiest place for him to make contact with me, given our height difference.
'Well. At least it isn't bikini season anymore.' I thought to myself.
I ran water over my face and got redressed. Looking in the mirror, I started to fix my hair while planning my next move.
Charlie seemed like my best bet. The last I heard from him he was out in Los Angeles, four hours away from here. I could afford a rental car but I needed to make sure he was actually there before I made the trip; I only had enough cash to last a few days. Every bit helped.
Or I could just go home...
My thoughts was interrupted by a knock on the door. Pulling myself together, I unlocked the bathroom door and mumbled sorry before I made eye contact with whoever was trying to get in.
It was blondie. He blinked, half-asleep, and stared back at me.
"..morning"
"It is morning," he mumbled. "It is.."
He sidestepped and let me pass. I crawled back into bed and listened to blondie turn the shower on.
Jamie was still out cold. I sat there listening to his breathing until Nash stumbled in the room.
"I see my plan worked out?"
"Yeah..it was fine." I replied, trying to sit up straight.
Nash asked me if I had plans for the day.
"Yeah...I gotta make a call to my friend."
"Well there's a pay phone in the lobby. Wanna use it while we go to breakfast?"
I looked over at Jamie, who had just shifted his legs, willing him to wake up. I wasn't sure how much I trusted the rest of this gang yet.
"We'll be back before he even gets up," Nash laughed. Meeting my eye, he dropped the kidding tone. "Or...you could just use the phone in my room...Ian is leaving with us too."
I nodded at Nash while Ian came in the room behind him. You could tell Ian was the one who made them get up this early; he was the only one who was actually awake.
Blondie came out from the bathroom and the three of them said bye to me before exiting the room.
I waited a solid four minutes after they left before I got out of bed and stumbled over to Nash's room. One bed was a mess, and the other perfectly made. I smiled before sitting on the edge of the perfectly made bed and started dialing
It rang three times before he picked up.
"Hello?"
