Supersonic (4)

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Tranquility Base Hotel was beautiful. No word to describe it could ever do it justice. The eerie orange glow from the entrance door and elevator warmly welcomed us. I whimpered in awe as we walked in "Officer Turner...how lovely to see you and Mr Kane." The receptionist beamed while she signed us in. "It is Sargent Turner and Officer Kane, Miss Chung." Alex flirted smartly. The receptionist blushed and I waved awkwardly at her before getting a key to my room. A separate room to Alex's. "Enjoy your stay guys." She smiled before we headed up to our rooms. I was in 504 and Alex was 505. "Miles, if you do feel awful please knock on my door. I don't want to loose such an honored officer." Alex whispered making me tighten my grip on my suitcase. I looked at his worried face and whispered, "I'll be fine Alexander. I will manage. I'm not a kid anymore." He didn't believe that and just muttered, "I doubt that for a second." As the lift opened and he got out. My words to respond to that began jumbling up and I was mentally crying do with that I got out the lift a floor after ours.

I walked along the corridor admiring the images of vintage science fiction films and wondering, how long it would take Alex to get up here and take me to my room. "Good day sir, you look a bit lost do you want to sit down for a bit?" A posh man asked pointing to his room. I started trembling and a little, broken and squeaky voice whispered "Yes. Please." Before being dragged inside. I didn't even know the man. Yet his kind actions were to lead to pain. "I am Mr Burt. You are?" He introduced before pouring me an alcoholic drink and slipping something inside it. "Miles. Miles Kane." I stuttered still gripping to my suitcase. He locked his room and laughed at my name "You're British aren't you?" Handing me a drink. I smirked before taking my drink and sipping it. Beer. "I knew you were when you and that scum signed in." He said through a break of laughter. I froze and felt myself get sleepy. He had drugged me. "And scum like that get the star treatment." He snarled pushing me back onto his bed and everything went black.

I woke up and Mr Burt was in the shower and I had a throbbing pain. The bed was stained in blood. I later discovered it was my blood. He had raped me. "I'm gonna go Mr Burt. Thanks for helping I suppose." I mumbled before putting my trousers back on and my shoes. "Come back anytime Miles. I'll be here all week." He laughed before I left as a sticky and hot mess. I could barely walk and everything was spinning. "Miles?" I heard in front of me. Alex. I collapsed before throwing up onto the carpet ahead of me "What the fuck happened to you?!" He asked amazed at my dazed mind. I tried to stand up but my legs hurt and we're jelly. "I can't remember what happened Alex...it was heavy though." I whimpered before Alex got me into my feet. He froze and that's when it clicked "You were raped by John Burt. That prick has been stalking me for ages. He makes memory erasing drugs." He muttered helping me walk to the lift. I was all over the place. My arm around Alex's shoulders and trauma coming back to me as we went to my room.

I puked all over the bathroom floor when we got to my room. "Its okay Miles. You can tell me what he did." Alex muttered softly behind me. I shook my head getting images of what he did and me waking up midway through and whimpering for it to end. I clung to Alex's legs and sobbed "Was it really that bad?" Alex asked helping me stand up again, I nodded and begun shaking as I was scared. "let's calm you down with a warm shower." Alex suggested helping me undress and turning on the shower. "I'll be outside!" He yelled from my bed before I began to scrub. Scrub myself raw red.

I came out wearing a Beatles shirt and black jeans, Alex looked at me, worried, I knew then I was in trouble "Bloody hell Miles. You're raw red!" He whispered before tears escaped his eyes. I mumbled, "I'll never be clean again." Alex's eyes widened at them words before he hugged me and suggested Dinner so I replied, "Bring it up here. I can't risk seeing him." He agreed and called room service for 2 plates of fish and chips. I groaned. I wasn't even that hungry.

The food can't and looked delicious. Alex licked his lips as his eyes twinkled over the batter. I groaned with worry. Usually at home I would eat a sandwich at the most to keep awake before taking an ice shower. My hands shook at sweated seeing the amount of food. I knew my day had been long but I still liked eating little. "Miles? Aren't ye hungry?" Alex asked with a mouthful of chips. I looked down anxiously at my feet and then at my food before nibbling on the fish. It tasted... heavenly. "I-I-I guess..." I stuttered, laughing at myself. The fish reminded me of that trip to the Wirral Coast with Jay, he was in the gang but my best friend and the person who helped me out after I lost Alfie.

"Come on Kane! You're gonna have to run quicker for the best spot!" Jay screamed, being way ahead of me and more excited about fishing. It was summer, a long hot summer. "Jay you do realize we are on the pier that Eva's ex boyfriend Martyn committed suicide off?" I yelled catching up to him. Jay smirked at that and whacked me in the eye with the line. My eye began to bleed. "FUCK!" I cried trying to keep calm. Jay suddenly pulled out a tissue and gave it to me. "I thought you knew better Kane, Martyn was a bastard and deserved his death." Jay snapped before seeing me start having a panic attack. I didn't feel safe with Jay. Even though he had helped me. He was so psychotic. I was struggling to breathe and on my knees shaking when Jay sat next to me. "Someday, you will accept he died as his book was a slow and cheap ass film." He whispered checking my eye. It was black. He froze seeing how much I was shaking and hugged me. I begun to calm down. "Now let's catch some fish you cheeky penguin." He laughed before helping me up.

We were there most the day. Eva had tried to call us but we had lied about our existence and whereabouts. After lunch without undressing I jumped into the sea. "MILES?!" Jay choked trying to find me, the waves had gulped me whole and I struggled to swim up. "HOLD ON KANE I WILL GET THAT RING THING!" he panicked running to the lifejacket ring. I was struggling to breathe and wanted to scream but gushings of water drowned me. I was going numb as well from cold and sickness. I managed to get to the surface, my face a tint of blue and my dark pea jacket drenched. "JAY?!" I whimpered trying to swim but the waves holding me down. "SHARROCK?!" I begged trying to stay calm before long I was pulled down again and I grabbed onto a fish with my teeth before closing my eyes to calm down. Then a ring was flung into the sea and I grabbed onto it. "T-T-Thank y-y-you." I whispered as I was brought to the nearest ladder.

"Miles?" Alex asked nervously shaking my shoulder making me jump I looked over to him and ate a bit more "Did you hear what I was asking you for the past 5 minutes?" He asked trying to make me focus. To be honest, I didn't. "Yeah I did...I guess..." I lied before regretting it as he then said "Cool, what's your response to it?" I didn't reply, I kept eating, despite my food being super cold. I began hearing Jay's screaming in my head before he was shot in front of my eyes. I put my plate on the table and silently cried. "I asked you a bloody question Miles...answer me. Do you think Damon Albarn is out for revenge?" He snapped. I looked up with red eyes. I mumbled, "Of course. He's after the truth." Alex's eyes widened before I forced him to go out and we'd discuss this in the morning. As sad as it was, I couldn't sleep so I sat up with my notebook and wrote poetry. This one is called Liar:
Dragged me inside with a red heart
Leading me on like I was a kid in a go kart
You sung soft melodies to stop time
Picturing slow kisses as a clock chimes
Maybe I was a fool, maybe I was a mess
I have to say and confess
You made me a wreck and God knows it's not the first time
You're a liar and filling me with slime
I put down my notebook and saw the time 03:25am before turning off the lamp and going to sleep.

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