What happens in Vegas...

Chapter 15: Shit

"Hi, you called. I'm sorry my fri.." I tried to explain but Jai cut me off "Friend, huh? Answering your calls now?" I think I've never heard him so jealous.

"I'm sor..." I started but was cut off again.

"Don't apologize! Where were YOU when I called?" he asked gritting his teeth.

"I was at the bar, buying shots." I explained, my heart wanted to jump out of my chest. What is going on right now? I thought panicking "Where's this coming from? Why are you acting like that?"

"Why? I'll tell you why! Some random guy answering your phone. That's why!" he shouted.

"He's not some random guy. No, shit, I didn't mean it like that." I said but the other end was cut off and I said to myself "He's my friend." I put my hands on my eyes trying to calm down, tears pooling up in my eyes, knot already in my throat. I need to get out of here! I thought and grabbed my jacket without telling anyone that I left. As soon as I stepped outside and breathe in fresh air I felt the booze kicking in. I tried to call Jai few times but no answer, so I hailed a cab and got to the hotel. I didn't remember how I got to the bed but there I was- my jacket and boots still on, my make-up and hair messy. I rolled myself on the side and felt nauseous, like the morning I had woken up besides Jai, a married woman. I reached my hand on the empty side of the bed. Of course, I'm nowhere near him. I thought sitting up and feeling the urge to throw up. Sitting there on the floor, my forehead placed on the lid of the toilet seat I heard my phone ringing.

I took it out of the pocket of my jacket "H-hello." I croaked, my throat sore from throwing up.

"Finally you picked up!" Kat yelled at me.

"Shhhhh, don't yell.." I whined, holding my head.

"Do you have any idea how worried we were? Jai is about to call to the police, FBI and what not!" she yelled ignoring my whining.

"Jai? Yeah, I bet he is.." I barked remembering our fight from last night.

"I know you guys had a fight last night bu.." she started, I cut her off.

"Wh.. How'd you know that?" I asked.

"I called Jai when you didn't come back to us and went looking for you. Anna, you were nowhere to be found." she explained "he was weird, irritated and when I asked him, he told what had happened."

"I felt dizzy and took a cab. Great! Just fantastic! Now he thinks I've hooked up with somebody and don't want to answer his calls." I scroll down all the missed calls and messages not bothering to read any of them. "I need to call him. Bye."

Buckle up and prepare for the shitstorm, idiot! I said to myself dialling Jai.

"Where the FUCK have you been?" he demanded to know but continued relieved "Are you okay?"

"Yup." I said emotionlessly.

There was a moment of silence but then I said "Look. I just called to say that I'm in one piece, not raped and alone at my hotel room. I'll talk to you later." trying to mentally punch him to the nuts for acting up like that.

"Hey, don't...hang up." he started "I'm sorry I acted like that."

"Like what? Like a jealous schoolboy? I barked.

"Shit.." he muttered.

"Shit what? That I'm mad? Yes I'm fucking mad! I'm mad cause you made me think I can celebrate with my friends and then you're suddenly not okay with it!" I yelled stomping around in the bedroom.

"I was drunk, okay. I.. I saw some pictures in Insta, how sexy you looked and called you to get some honey-time and some guy answers. What do you expect me to think!?" he shouted.

"Well, if you'd let me explain with full fucking sentences, we wouldn't be in this situation." I tried to be calm but yelled out "But you didn't! You assumed the worst of me!" I disconnected the call and went to throw up again, crying at the same time. I heard the phone ringing in the distance but decided to ignore it and crawled to the shower and sat there under the water, feeling bad physically and mentally.

When I finally got out of the shower and crawled to bed ordering some breakfast from the room service I looked through the messages and voice messages:

"Babe, pick up. I wanna.. I... just pick up.", "Where are you? Pick up, please!" , "Why the fuck won't you answer!"

"Anna, hurry up, your shot is waiting.", "Where are you? You never came back. I went looking for you. Please pick up!" , "Anna, if you're not picking up, I'm calling Jai!", "Ok, now I'm freaking out! Jai said you had a fight and now you're nowhere to be found! Jai is pissed.."

"Okay, that's enough! I can't listen to these anymore." I sighed and threw my phone on the bed and went to open the door. There was a rose next to the plates and glasses with my name on the card. I took the tray and walked back to bed. I took a photo of the tray and posted it to Instagram hashtaging 'spoiled' under the picture. Am I? I thought Then why this rose feels like an apology? Or did he arranged it when he booked the room? Who knows? At the moment it is a cactus to me. I took the photo down the second it was posted. I'm not giving him any wrong message.

I stayed at my room the whole weekend, depressed. Eating junk food and watching random movies. One random movie was extra random with a random guy in it. It was 'Good Day to Die Hard'. I'm doomed!

Tho I was pissed at him, I wasn't able to switch the channel. So I just watched that Jai who hadn't pissed me off.