Know You All Over Again

Chapter 8

The ringing of my mobile is cruelly ripping me out of my dreams. I yawn and fumble for my phone that must be somewhere here between my sheets. The sound is so shrill and loud, it almost splits my head into two.

Yes, it might also be the amount of alcohol I consumed yesterday night. But after Knock fled the bar last night as if he had seen a ghost, there was nothing else for me left to do. Just tequila and the miserable feeling in my stomach that I have done something wrong all over again....

I finally find my phone and the name that keeps on flashing over the display is making my heart race.

“Knock?” I answer.

“Korn? Korn! Is that you?” His voice is shaking badly and suddenly I am wide awake.

“I know, I shouldn't call you. But I just don't know what to do, who else to call... I just...” A sob escaped his throat and I know he is crying.

“Calm down, Knock. I hardly can hear you. What's happened?” I am trying to get more information out of the crying mess on the other end of the line.

“I need your help. I did something incredible stupid...” My heart stops for a second and a cold shower is running down my spine.

“What did you do?” I ask in a low voice and I can feel panic getting hold of my heart.

“I.. I...” He tries to speak but somehow he can't get the words out.

“Where are you?” I ask instead and am already out of my bed. I need to see him. I need to be with him and protect him from whatever just happened.

“I am...” He stops again and it's clear that he has a hard time talking right now.  His voice is so low, it's almost a whisper. “I am at a hotel room in Silom...”

I stop in my tracks and feel bile rising up my stomach. A hotel room? What the fuck? In Silom of all places? I swallow my urge to ask him ten million questions.

“Send me the address and your room number via line. I will be there in half an hour.” With that I just throw my phone to the side and jump into my clothes.

My body is now fully functioning on auto pilot. But Knock called and he is in trouble. What else do you expect me to do?

My head on the other hand is completely spinning out of control. Why is he in a hotel room in Silom? Why Is he crying and what stupid thing did he do?

I swallow hard and try to concentrate on tying my shoelaces. A few minutes later I am ready to leave my sister's flat and run downstairs waiting for the cab I somehow managed to order inbetween all this chaos.

Knock's voice is echoing through my head once I finally sit in the cab on my way to the hotel.

“I did something incredible stupid!”

For some weird reason I think I know what he did and I really, really don't want to be right. I lay my head against the cold glass of the cab window and close my eyes.

I am sure he hooked up with someone.

I open my eyes again and take a deep breath. Normally I would be seething with jealousy right now, but to be honest all I feel right now is worry and fear. His voice sounded so destroyed just now and...  

Defeated I fall back into the seat again. I really am scared what I will find in this room. I am totally petrified.

The ride to the hotel doesn't take long and finally I am standing in the lobby of a rather shabby looking 24 hours hotel. It's not the place you would take your wife and again the worrying feeling in my stomach is getting worse.