Confessions of a Bitch

Outta Time

After three days of drowning myself in morphine and other painkillers, we are set to go. The thought of returning back to Port Headland fills me with dread and the fact Bob doesn’t seem to think much of it, is more than enough to drive me up the walls. How could he not be worried about the whole thing? His best friend (my mum) is missing, and he’s treated it as if it’s the least of his worries. Never mind the fact he is casually sending me back to the lion’s den, without a second thought. The only thing he does is give me a key to one of his small houses in Port Headland, saying it should save me a little bit of money.

David, on the other hand, asks a lot of questions. I keep my answers to a bare minimum. The last thing I want is to have him snooping even further in the grimy details of my personal life. He can stay the fuck out of it.

Eliza is as innocent as the Virgin Mary, and I wonder what Bob saw in her, in the first place. She always looks at me as if I am the reincarnated version of the devil, with her large brown eyes. Maybe Bob sees her as a way of starting over and having a clean slate. Lucky for me, Hotpants doesn’t flirt with her. I highly doubt he’d have the balls to do that. Bob isn’t someone you’d want to mess with.

Six days after we turned up on Bob’s doorstep, David and I say a brief goodbye, and head away from Mosman Park. The traffic is once again congested in the city, and it takes us more than two hours to get out of Perth. It’s a huge time waster, if you ask me. To pass the time, David turns on the radio, and it sets me on edge again. It turns out the police discovered Dad’s demonic other half, charred and unrecognizable. They also found the receptionist’s body near the front desk.

“Where did you hide my car?” I ask, once the news segment finishes it.

“Somewhere where they’d never find it,” he replies.

The answer is good for now. I play around with my phone, in an effort to calm my nerves. I even begin playing Candy Crush and Temple Run. I ignore the few looks David sends my way, and bite my lip. Why hasn’t Viper gotten in contact yet? Is this some sort of twisted plot in the game? What if David was wrong about Dad’s twin brother, not being Viper? What then?

A familiar pounding in my head makes itself known once more, and I pop two doses of Aspirin in my mouth, before washing it down with water.

“Watch it, Blondie. We don’t want you turning into a drug addict,” David says, as he turns left at the intersection. I should just kill him and self myself the trouble of his company. He is once again, starting to piss me off. Actually, let me take that back. He has always pissed me off. That small twinge of gratitude I felt after he saved me has long since gone. Maybe I should lock him up in a room, filled with spiders. Hopefully he’ll have a heart attack and just die. I still don’t understand why he is tagging along with me, like a lost dog.

Instead of retorting him, I return back to playing some games on my phone. For an hour, I am stuck on level twenty two of Candy Crush, before giving up and moving on to something else. I even send my mum a text, asking if she’s all right, and begging her to call me back once she receives the message. As expected, I do not receive a reply. I shouldn’t have been so naïve. I think of popping some more pills to help me sleep, but I know I won’t hear the end of it. Maybe I should just knock Hotpants out, tie him up and gag him in the back seat, and drive the car myself. But then again, I’m not in the right shape, or frame of mind to be driving.