A Midnight Mess

Chapter Two

Ron collected his coffee and brought it up to his room himself. He took a careful sip and placed it on a coaster that he kept on his desk. Then he sat down on bed and picked up the note again and read it over and over.

I wonder if I gave her my number. I can vaguely remember writing something down but that could be for anything! I thought, staring at my coffee as the steam rose from it.

Ron placed the note back on his desk and picked up his coffee again, before putting the cup to his mouth and sipping some of the brown, liquid once again. He let it soothe his dry throat and enjoyed every second of it.

"I do love my mum's coffee" Ron said to himself with a smile.

Meanwhile at Kim's house. Her mom was in the living room arguing with her dad about something that wasn’t loud enough for Kim to hear clearly. Kim walked through the porch, took off her high heels and placed her bag onto a hook on the wall.

"Kim?" a feminine voice called and she knew it could only be her mother.

Kim's mother came walking out of the living room and stopped to see her daughter looking tarty and slightly scruffy.

"Kim!" her mother shrieked, running up to her daughter."Where the hell have you been?"

"I was at a night club having fun, then stopped over at a motel. Why?" Kim replied in a slurred tone. She wasn't completely sober just yet.

"Have you been drinking?" her mother asked firmly, looking at Kim’s face examining it.

"A little, so what?" Kim snorted, pushing her mother away and heading upstairs.

"Kim, get down here right now!" her mother yelled up the stairs. “Kimberly!”

Kim's father came and stood next to his wife.

"Kim!" her mother repeated but got no response from Kim once again.

"Just leave her. She has obviously had a good but rough night and needs some sleep.” Her father told his wife, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Yelling at her for having some alcohol isn't going to get us anywhere is it?"

"I just worry about her. She is so young and vulnerable" her mother sighed, resting her head on his chest. “I’m sorry for arguing with you earlier too. I guess, I just worry too much.”

"She'll be okay. She's a possible, dear." her father said with a smile and then kissed her head. “No need to say sorry. You needed to blow of some steam and that is understandable.”

Kim laid on her bed and heard an odd noise. She sat up and felt around for anything that could have made it. She felt a lump underneath her and picked it out. It was a scrunched up ball of paper and it read:

0777 2584365.
Call me any time babe.
Ronny-kins xxxx

"Ronny-kins?" Kim mumbled to herself. A look of disgust appeared on her face.

She thought for a few moments and then realised.

"Ron's the guy from the motel, right?” She asked herself. “Did I give my number to him too?" she moved her fingers through her red hair as she looked at the note.

She pulled out her top drawer of her chest of drawers and put the note inside of it. 

"I'll keep it for now, I might need it later" Kim said to herself with a sigh.

And she was right because 5 weeks later she began to notice some odd feelings. Feelings that one shouldn’t have on a regular basis.

She laid in bed one morning resting her hand on her stomach when she suddenly had the urge to be sick and had to run to the bathroom and throw up. Fortunately she reached the toilet in time but she was still worried.

"Mom!" Kim yelled, wiping her mouth with a bit of toilet paper.

"What’s wrong, Kimmy?" her mother replied, walking out of her bedroom wearing her blue dressing gown.

"I’ve just been sick.” Kim stated, looking towards her mother but quickly turning back to be sick again.

"I'm sure it is just a stomach bug. Your auntie has had a stomach bug this week." her mother suggested, shrugging her shoulders. “Now that I mention it I know a few people that have it.”

"But I haven’t been sick before now?" Kim replied, finally finishing being sick and rinsing her mouth out with water.

"I'm sure it is nothing, Kimmy. Go get some sleep and you might feel better later?" her mother suggested, helping a woozy Kim go to her bedroom again.

Kim climbed into bed and her mother tucked her in like she would when she was a child. “I’d brush your teeth when you wake up too!” She chuckled but could see that Kim was still anxious.

"It's just a stomach bug, sweetheart." her mother comforted Kim, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Kim nodded and closed her eyes. She fell asleep and didn't wake for another 5 hours, before running to the toilet again to be sick.

After she had been sick she brushed her teeth and used mouth wash. The last thing she wanted was to smell of sick. After that, she went back to her room and picked up her phone and checked it for calls or messages. But nothing.

Maybe, I didn’t give my number to Ron after all? She shrugged, laying back into bed.