Evil Unbound (Litrpg)

Chapter 5

Del awoke and saw that he was laying on a soft bed. His head pounded and he felt sick to his stomach. He realized he was not sleeping in his dingy motel room. He recalled after drinking a few more drinks, he blacked out and couldn't remembered what happened. Bright lights were coming through the green blinds.

He did remember getting a drink and going back to the table. But things got kinda splotchy after that. He thought he started talk to the Cheryl and maybe dancing with her. He was not quite sure. Turning to his side, he saw brunette girl sleeping next to him. He realized he was only sleeping in a T-shirt and nothing else. He recognized the girl as Cheryl. She was lightly snoring and then a band of light hit her face. She moaned a little and opened her eyes.

"You're still here?" she said, "Del, you have to go before my husband gets home."

Dell understood. Pure adrenaline made him jumped out of bed. He groaned. But he looked around the ground for his clothes, keys and wallet. He thought that he needed to stop doing this getting drunk and sleeping with woman he hardly knew. His clothes were all over the floor. He quickly got dressed.

Cheryl also stood up and found a Terry cloth robe on. She heard something. It sounded like the sound of a car garage opening.

Cheryl said, "Hurry, my husband works at night. He's home. Go out the window. You parked your car in the front. I drove it. You need to get some gas."

Del was dressed. He heard the sound of somebody in the kitchen area. He found his wallet and keys still in his pocket of his jeans. Cheryl started to pick up her own clothes.

"Honey, are you awake? Who's car in the front?" A man said from the kitchen.

She yelled, "I'm coming. I'm just getting dressed."

Dell open the blinds and window. The screen was easy to open. Thank God he thought and climbed out. Del wondered if Cheryl had done this before. He got out just in time. The door opened.

"Honey, I cannot find the coffee," the man said. "It's bright in here. Let me close the blinds for you. Look the screen is still broken. I'll fix it later."

Cheryl said, "Don't worry about that. Let's get you some coffee."

Del leaned against the wall. The blinds went down and closed.

"Is there somebody here?"

"No, you're being silly."

"Who's car is in the front?"

"I don't know. Maybe, it's the neighbors."

Del heard enough. He crouched low by the hedges. It was bright and getting hot. He ran to his car and took out his key. Starting his car, he noticed Cheryl's house was nice very nice. It was a one story green house with white trim. He drove away.

He was in some residential area. He was not quite sure where he was and what city he was in. He took a few turns until he got to a street he recognize. He was close to Huntington Beach, just a few miles from the bar where he met Cheryl. Taking a right and then a quick left, he found himself on Beach Blvd. It was one of the main streets to drive toward the beach. He took a right toward the 405 freeway.

He kept driving and wanted to get as far away as he could from Cheryl's home. His hangover was bad. He stopped his car at a small stripped mall and vomited as soon as he opened his door. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He didn't want to think about drinking alcohol again.

Closing his door, he saw it was 7:38 am. He was hungry he thought. His stomach convulsed with hunger pains and he was not sure when he last ate. He knew a few miles from where he was right now was a McDonald's and they served breakfast.

Del drove through the drive-through and ordered a breakfast sandwich and a Diet Coke. He parked his car in the parking lot and started eating. His stomach groaned not with pain but with pleasure. It was as if he didn't eat for days. It was the best food he had. He hoped he could keep the food down and not vomit again.

After he finished eating, he was thinking about his life. He took a sip of his soda and burped loud. He was still in the parking lot of McDonalds. He saw families walking inside. Checking his pockets, he found his phone. He felt relieved. He could had left it back at Cheryl's bedroom. He saw several messages on their, but he really wanted to hear his daughter's voice. Except, he couldn't talk to hear without talking to Marion. He wished he gave his daughter a phone like he told her he could. She was a teenager and should be a school at *name of school. He could go back to his motel room and get some rest and then try to talk to his daughter when she exited her school.

He cannot keep getting drunk every night and sleeping with any woman that he would talk to. It was just not morally right. Even though his parents broke up when he was a kid they did instill some type of morality to to him. Even though his mom and his dad would have numerous affairs with other people, they did try make him be a good person. He hated how he felt. This was not how life should be. He should be at home with his wife having breakfast or going to work. Yet now his life had gone crazy and backwards. It seemed as if he was writing a roller coaster going left and right without any direction. He looked out his window's and saw the cars driving back and forth busily up and down the street. He felt something in his pocket. Taking it out, he saw it was the two calling cards the well dressed but strange man gave him. He was supposed to be the representative of the game, Strike Blast. He looked at the card and saw the address and also a phone number on it. Del was tempted to call the number. But he was not sure.

His phone was down 50 percent through his rush to get out a house he forgot to plug it in to charge it. He looked for his cord and plugged it in. His phone started to charge. Del shook his head. He needed to wake up and start living correctly. He was like his phone almost running on empty. He quickly scan the text messages. Most of the text messages were from John and also a couple of different messages he couldn't recognize. He saw he also had a couple voicemails. He listened to the first message it was his friend John, "Hey man, you went home with that girl Cheryl. Tell me how goes man she's a cutie."

The next voicemail was from Marion. "I'm hope you're feeling okay you sound too drunk last night I hope you didn't have an accident. Call me by."

The other voice mail was from the waitress he slept with a few nights ago. She left her number and wanted to get together again he deleted all the voicemails. He wasn't sure if he should call the waitress* or not. He hoped he did not screw that up he always liked her* He was too hungover to talk to anybody. His head pounded but his stomach felt better. Even though, he finished his food his his mouth tasted like garbage. He looked himself in the mirror and he had stubble on his on his chin and lipstick on his neck. He must look a fright and didn't like that. He couldn't go out in public. Looking around his car he grabbed the napkins cleaned off the lipstick on his neck. He texted John. "I had a great time last night with Cheryl. Will talk to you later."