Missing One

Bingo

“I thought you were hurt Sam!”

“You know those guys?” I trailed off speechless, the boys I had seen knew Harry. I was relieved that they were as far from knowing Donny as they could be.

His tone became slightly more hushed. “Yes they are really close to me. They are my band members too.” He looked into my eyes and I quickly looked away. I could feel his presence nearing me, his finger lightly tracing my jaw bone. “If anything had happened to you…”

Without knowing what I was doing I glared at him and pushed his hand away.

“You don’t know me! We met the other day Harry! Stop acting like you care about me…” A sob escaped my trembling lips and I looked up at him. He looked angry, upset and full of hatred towards what I had just said. His fist connected to the back of the door in rage making me jump and make a frightened noise.

He didn’t turn around to look at me when he spoke.

“I may not know you Sam but I know enough to care. And for once you should let me in.” I felt the door slam shut and I jumped one more time at his sudden actions. Sliding down the back of the door I brought my knees up to my chest and sat silent for a what felt like a long time. I couldn’t hear the tv, knowing this I believed Harry was probably asleep or driving Tanya back to wherever she had come from. I felt lonely. For another time in my life.

I didn’t mean to say that to Harry. But everything about us had been so sudden. The second day of knowing him and I had already presented myself naked to him. Not that I could stop myself but it still made me feel unnerving about the whole situation.

Getting up I shrugged my leather jacket off and boots, before opening the door and heading towards the fridge. I looked around the room to see Tanya still there but Harry gone. She seemed to have passed out from alcohol consumption. But suddenly she stirred in her unconsciousness making me realising she wasn’t completely out.

Opening the fridge I took out a cool glass of beer and popped the top off on the counter top. One thing that Donny had taught me to do when I was with him. I knew a mark had been left on the surface from this action but I wasn’t too fussed to care.

I sat on the counter top, sipping the liquid little by little and sitting in silence. My eyes fell open Tanya and she opened hers, sitting up fully before trying to get up.

Her squeaky voice sounded and I hopped down to see if she was okay.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” She wavered when she stood and I quickly tried to catch her. Her body fell on top of mine crushing me into the sofa. The bruises along my back screamed out in pain but I tried to focus on removing the drunk girl from view. I wrapped her arm over my shoulder and tried to carry her into the bathroom. Her body was so heavy on top of my small weak one but I still tried to hold her up right.

We fell onto the bathroom floor and I quickly opened the toilet lid, hoping she would throw up in there and not on top of me.

The sound of puke came out of her mouth and it was half on the toilet lid, half on my skinnies. I tried to move her body more in front of the toilet seat but she just crushed me onto the floor. Once again the pain passed up and down my back without hesitation.

“Come on in the toilet.” My voice strained as I tried to move her quivering self. Finally her puke was in the toilet and I had my hand holding her hair back. Sighing with relief I heard the door slam from the main room. Harry.

His velvety voice called out for Tanya and myself. The voice shaking a lightly, nervous in case something had happened.

“In here.” I said strongly. As soon as Harry opened the bathroom door Tanya was sick again in the toilet, however she fell backwards on top of me and starting to puke on her back. Both of us knew she could choke from this, our arms brushed as we pulled her back up quickly, her final throw up of alcohol going into the toilet.