I woke the next morning with a killer headache. Maybe I drank to much or... oh now I recall being tackled and my head slamming the ground. Great just peachy.
I swung my feet over the (probably lice infested) bed. Motel 6 what do you expect. My feet hit something that felt like a body. I looked down in surprise to find him laying on the floor spooning a yellowish pillow.
I didn't remember inviting him in, but then again I was exhausted and half drunk so anything wouldn't surprise me.
I've sent people to the hospital before half drunk and with my eyes closed, so at this point nothing will shock me. I stumbled apon a new problem. How do I wake him up? I tried kicking, poking, pan rattling, shaking, slapping, elbowing, pushing, covering his mouth and even beating him with that yellowish pillow.
God this boy can sleep. I finally gave up and as soon as I sat down the chair squeaked a little and he jumped up like a gun had been shot.
"Oh come on!" I screamed.
It took him a minute to register what happened and where he was. Finally after what seemed like a decade, he arose and spoke.
"Sorry about that. Some people say I'm kinda a heavy sleeper." he claimed.
"I'll say you damned moron!" I screeched.
"Sorry, he mumbled,
it's not my fault."
He got up from his uncomfortable looking position and stalked to the small "kitchen" or small area with a half a stove, a fridge, and a microwave. No tables and chairs. The only seat is a hard-ass sofa and the half a twin bed sitting in the corner.
It's a shame to rooms worldwide, but it's cheap and I don't have to sleep in a alleyway. I watched him search the pantry for food. However, the only thing he will find is a rotten slice of pizza, a gallon of stilled water, and a opened can of beer I stole from some guy down the street.
"Yum, it all looks so...appetizing." he said sarcastically.
"Help yourself to it because I'm not gonna eat or drink any of that." I stated motioning towards the refrigerator.
He looked at me and then back at the options multiple times before closing the door. He slowly walked back to the "rock" sofa before sitting down. Suddenly his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"How about we go out to eat!" he exclaimed.
"Hell to the no." I said. I wasn't going to pay for his sorry ass to get a meal.
"I'll buy." he claimed.
Those 2 words sealed the deal. "Okay." I said quickly before he could change his mind. So we set off on a food adventure.
Yo, what up homies! that was chapter 7 and in the future I might do Jason's POV, but I don't know right now. Tell your friends about my book, I command you! LOL anyway..... see you guys soon.
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Blood Hound
RomanceA girl who has no name and is always alone. She is only driven by the sake of survival. She tries to be tough and never speak her feelings, however there is one person who can seemingly see through her. A bartender, with a tragic past who feels lost...
