Luke

Chapter 10

I don't know how long after it was, but I heard the doorknob jiggling, followed by a banging on the door. 

“Party’s over! Time to head out!” the voice said behind the door. It sounded like Gina.

Brielle was laying on my chest, her arms wrapped around me. “Aw, I guess we have to get dressed now,” she laughed and smiled, kissing me again. I kissed her back, putting my hand behind her head and then broke away, working myself to sit up and get off the bed to get dressed. She rolled over, sitting in bed.

“Maybe if we leave the door locked we can spend the night,” she suggested, tilting her head to the side.

I kept getting dressed, pulling on my boxers and pants, searching for my belt. I was still kind of high, but I wasn’t at my peak. The effects were wearing down.

Brielle sighed and got up, strapping on her bra and pulling on her shirt and looking around for her pants. “You can still come over if you’d like,” she hinted, finally finding them and slipping them on.

“I was just going to head home,” I responded, pulling on my shirt and running my hand through my hair to fix it.

“Oh,” she replied shortly, annoyed that I declined. She went into the bathroom to clean up the cocaine she left on the counter and I pulled out a cigarette, placing it between my teeth.

She came out a minute later. “Well, I had fun either way,” she smiled, putting the coke bag into her jacket pocket. “We should definitely do it another time."

“Of course,” I replied, opening the door so she could walk out. The house was practically empty, other than a couple of people helping clean or passed out on the floor, refusing to wake up. I grabbed my coat on the floor and pulled it on, searching for my bass. It wasn't there, so I assumed Zach and Ryan packed it up in their car. I pulled my lighter out of the pocket and lit my cigarette, walking outside with Brielle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, taking my cigarette out of my mouth and putting it between her teeth and walking off. The smoke trailed behind her and she crossed the street. I walked the other way, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. I sighed and popped up my pea coat collar; it was snowing outside. I hated snow. I saw flashes of what I did with Brielle while we were in the bedroom and I shuddered, turning a corner.

I had no idea where I was. I pulled out my phone and took another pull. It was dead. Great. I didn't know when another taxi would pass by. I'll just walk around town, then. Maybe find a party and charge people to go inside. That'll get me enough money for a train ride. Or a bus. 

I looked around for other parties, but was unsuccessful. I rummaged through my wallet, finding a $5 bill and three $1 bills. That'll be enough for a train ride, even though the train stop was still 30 minutes walking distance from my house. I saw a sign for the train station, so I decided to follow it. I really wish I took Sam's car; why was I so stupid? 

I bought a ticket once I got to the station, waiting on an uneven worn bench for the train to come. The snow was drizzling down; not really freezing snow, but a soft white snow, like flurries or something. The air smelt crisp and cold and I shivered, shaking out my hair and causing snow to fall onto my lap and soak into my jeans. I looked over to my right and saw an old woman -probably homeless - leaning against the wall. The train rushed by, screeching to a halt. I got up and walked past the old woman, seeing a jar for money resting beside her. I dropped the rest of my change -$2.67 - into the jar and went up the steps to sit on the train. I saw Brielle in my head again and I shook her out. My head felt heavy and achy, usually how I felt after having sex with Brielle. It's been getting worse. 

The train jerked forward, heading to its next destination. I was probably going to skip school tomorrow. I knew it wasn't going to be a good day.