Can I Be Your Girl

Yvanna Michelle 2

It was a relief that a full blown made up story was made to cover my absence that lasted until the evening because by the time I reached the hotel I barely comprehended the questions that were slapped to my face.

"Shit Yvanna!!"

Kris did not waste any second and engulfed me into a hug. Behind him, Tatiana, Gerard and a sour-faced Grey awaited for their turn to comfort me. I cried into Kris' arms; my tears quickly dampening the blue cotton shirt he wore.

"What the fuck did those fuckers do to you?!"

"We're so worried!!"

"You told me you were just gonna call somebody. I don't unders—"

"Please shut up first!!" Grey exclaimed, and as the tear ducts of my face seized to produce their steady flow of tears, I looked at him with a genuine shock on my face. At this point we were swarmed with too much attention seeing as we were literally providing drama in the middle of the hotel lobby.

A hard yet comforting hand settled on my right shoulder. Grey scanned my trembling body with a concerned look on his face. It was clear to me that he expected me to faint any second now.

"Who sent you here? We didn't know whether to go to a hospital first or a police station because that dumb police officer or whatever the hell he was won't give us a fucking clue where you were."

"Th—the police." I clamped a hand over my trembling lips as I shook my head repeatedly. "I just want to rest. Please," I told him, silence abruptly following.

"Okay. You heard her. Yvanna let's go," Tatiana said while holding her hands up as a sign that opposition and negotiation to her final say was not to be entertained. Thank goodness for that.

I nodded as I spewed a few more hiccups, letting myself be dragged by Tatiana towards the elevator.

Grey, Kris and Gerard respected my wish and quietly followed us. As we crammed inside the elevator, I caught Grey's eyes in the golden metal doors looking—or should I say studying my tired and saddened face.

He didn't believe me—not totally. I knew that out of all the people who held me for comfort, he was going to be the hardest to fool. Why? Because I just could not seem to get passed those steel grey eyes of his. In whatever way I played with them, they always succeeded in bringing the truth out of me. Truth that was sometimes untold even to myself.

Those grey eyes are dangerous after all.

*****

After briefly recounting to them the faux story of my kidnaping, I quietly led my friends to the door of my room. At this point I had reached the point where my hiccups and tears dallied into a stop. What remained were the redness of my eyes and nose.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you with your wounds? You know you can stay in my room." Tatiana told me. It was apparent in her eyes that she was concerned of my state as they travelled to the bruises on my arms and the busted skin of my lower lip. I didn't even think of cleaning myself up. Lord knows how horrible I looked.

I gave her and the three boys a tight lipped smile. "I'm fine, thank you. I just need some time alone and a bath obviously." I chuckled to myself.

"Okay, but you have to call me if you need help."

"Us too Yvanna. You can call anytime."

"I will. Thank you everyone."

As soon as I entered the confines of my hotel room, I went straight to shower and sat for an hour on a stool as the warm water cascaded upon my head, running down my nape to the rest of my body. The water helped calm my tired nerves and soon I found myself fighting drowsiness one heavy blink to another.