Heartbreak Hotel: This Place Hotel

Chapter 42: Careless Whisper

Leena's POV

Very slowly, I inhaled the raw taste of nicotine from a stale cigarette watching as images flashed by on living room television screen. It was late, probably between the hours of twelve to three in the morning. I wasn't sure. My time had been lost between the number of cigs I had smoked and how long I had spent wondering how in the hell a night that was supposed to be one of celebration ended in one of utter disaster. It had to have been long because my ass was growing numb on the couch. Still, I couldn't work up the nerve to look at the clock that hung on my wall because that would mean I would have to look at her.

I kept my eyes glued to the screen.

The night had already been a long one. Filled with laughter and then ending in tears for some. Not tears of joy. Tears of something that was worse than sorrow. I couldn't wrap my mind around the events that were circling my mind at the time. The secrets and betrayals that was now floating in our circle. It didn't seem right. It was almost like it was a movie. Like someone had given us these crazy ass lines to recite and we did like little puppets. Now, things that I thought would never happen was actually happening and we are left in a state of shock.

I took another puff of my cigarette, frowning at the taste. I knew I should have picked some up on the way home. I actually didn't have any. The pack I was smoking on now was one that I found in the back of my kitchen drawer. There was no telling how old these mother fuckers were. It didn't matter to me because I knew it would ease my nerves. And so far, it has done the job. Now, I just felt numb. I tried to search for how I should feel about this situation, but I couldn't. I think it was left floating in the air somewhere.

I shifted in my seat as pins and needles grew alive on my bottom. I heard a sigh from somewhere in the darkness and it caused my attention to finally go directly to her. She laid on my couch, her hair sprawled out on my floral pillow as she slept silently. The lights on the tv-screen danced on her face. And her make up was a complete mess. I tried to clean it up the best I could, but it didn't help much. She wore too much concealer to cover up the ugly dark circles she had under her eyes. Now her tears had made it mix in with her mascara and she looked like a killer clown. I wasn't sure if she was going to wake up anytime soon. If she was going to wake up at all before the morning. And when she woke up, will she go home--if she can? The way she was crying told me that going home was probably not an option for her.

My eyes flickered to the clock, it was quarter past three. I stretched out my legs and slowly rose from my seat, dump my ashes in the ashtray that sat across from me on the living room table. She let out another sigh and shifted a little on the couch. Rolling my eyes, I stabbed the bottom of the cig in the base of the tray and stood up straight. Stretching my arms out so I could move freely. I looked at the television screen again. It was on the news, and they were talking about us. The tour. It was kicking off in Europe in two days. I looked back at her and frowned at her horrible sleeping face. Yeah, we were supposed to be going on tour. Yeah, it was starting in two days. Yeah, I had my luggage already sitting at the door for the flight out to London. But I wasn't even sure if this tour was even going to happen anymore. After everything that went down tonight, I'd be surprised if it did. Everyone was pissed off and everyone. How could there be a tour? That was my question.

I sighed and took a blanket that was hanging on my couch and covered her up with it. Then shut off the TV finding myself bathed in darkness. As I began walking down the hall, passing the room were Laney was snoring loudly from the inside. I began going down the timeline. Play by play of how it all went down. This is how all our hearts shattered in this hotel we call a life: