Addicted

Chapter Seven

When I woke up the next morning, I sat up in bed and stretched. A stiffness had sunk into my entire body. With a groan, I rolled my neck from side to side, trying to ease some of the tension. I opened my eyes and screamed when I saw Harry asleep in the chair in the corner of the room. He jumped, hitting his head on the wall, and was on his feet in seconds.

"What is it?" I didn't miss how he looked around, almost protectively.

"You!" I yelled. "What the hell are you doing in here?" Once he realized there was no threat other than me, he sat back down in the chair.

"Well, I was sleeping until you woke me up screaming like a banshee."

"You knew what I meant, smartass. I locked you out. How did you get back in?"

"After you rudely kicked me out, I went and told the man at the front desk I got locked out of my room because my girlfriend had the only key and was asleep."

"That was a lie. And it was also rude and very creepy."

"If I can get in, imgine who else can. All I did was describe you and he gave me a key."

"Harry, there was no man in the office when I checked in."

"There was when I went in. He had long hair and a hump back and teeth that looked like indian corn. Wouldn't stop coughing." I tried hard not to smile.

"Harry, that was a woman."

"No, it wasn't." I watched him for a minute as he cocked his head to the side. "So, that was why he had breasts the size of basketballs." I was furious with him, but at that moment, in that one second, all of the anger disappeared. I snorted and laughed until I was rolling, tears threatening to spill over. Harry watched me with a smile on his face.

When I was finally done laughing, I wiped my eyes and looked at Harry. With the previous moment gone, my anger returned. I climbed out of bed and walked across the room to grab my phone that was laying next to the television, charging. It blinked, letting me know the battery was full and I dsiconnected the charging cable.

"How you got in doesn't matter." I said as I scrolled through the text messages Hudson had sent me, asking if I was okay and telling me to call her. She cost me my job and my home and she had the audacity to try and contact me. My annoyance just intensified. "It's the fact that you have forced your company on me when you are no longer needed or wanted. You have helped me, and I appreciate it, but you have done nothing but shove your opinion down my throat and encroach my personal space. I kicked you out and you snuck back in.

"That kind of scares me. I just met you and you break into my motel room and fall asleep in my chair after I kicked you out for going through my stuff."

"I would never hurt you... I just wanted to make sure you were okay. But I get it. I've crossed boundaries and overstayed my welcome." Harry stood up and walked over to the door, laying the extra room key down on the bed as he passed. "I'll be going. Sorry." I watched his back as he left the room.

He sounded so sad and let down. I felt the tiniest bit guilty that I had been so harsh. I didn't feel guilty enough to go after him, though. He had overstepped some major boundaries, and as mean as it was to say, I finally got rid of him and could get some privacy.

My phone began vibrating wildly in my hand. Hudson's name appeared on the screen. I had been honest with Harry and now it was time to be honest with her. I answered the phone, my mind going crazy with possibilities of what I could say to her.

"You have a lot of balls," was the first thing out of my mouth. There was no answer for a second. I imagine she was in shock. I never talk to her that way.

"Um, what?" She asked. "It's me. Hudson."

"I know who it is." I snapped. First she gets me kicked out of my home, and then she insults my intelligence by telling me who she is. As if I can't read my caller i.d. "You have some nerve calling me after what you did."

"Would you remind me of what I did, please? I'm drawing a blank here."

"You didn't cover for me Hudson! You told your parents about the party, and they told Kathy. I lost my job and she kicked me out."

"Oh, Lydia... I'm so sorry.""

"It's a bit too late for that, don't you think? Because of your big mouth, I'm having to stay in a super shitty motel that looks like something from a horror movie, and if I can't find a job soon, I won't even be able to stay here. So, thank you, Hudson." I hung up before she had a chance to say anything else. I had no desire to hear her apologies. She knew how my aunt was, and instead of covering for me, she just blabbed about the whole thing. So, yeah. I was blaming her because she couldn't keep a freaking secret.

With my blood boiling, I decided to go take a cold shower to cool down. Not that I had an option. The motel only had water in three temperatures. Cold. Slightly colder. Freezing your tits off. At least you wouldn't spend too long in the shower for fear of getting hypothermia. Ten minutes in there, and I was out and getting dressed to go look for a job. My phone and room key went into my pocket, and I tool off in search of a workplace.

I stopped in at several stores and restaurants, each manager telling me they weren't looking for anyone. I was beginning to grow discouraged. I only had so much money left. I couldn't afford food and other neccesities, and pay for that shitty motel room too. I was on the brink of giving up. It was starting to rain, and soon my clothes would be soaked, as well as my hair, and my makeup would be running down my face. No one would hire me when I looked like a hot mess.

Being the hard headed person that I am, I walked around until I was totally soaked, therefore ending my job search. The wind whipped my hair around my face, creating a feeling like it could slice me in half in my wet clothes. Freezing, wet, and borderline miserable, I ducked into a small diner to get out of the weather.

The bell above the door rang cheerfully, and I looked around he dining room decorated in 50's decor. A few people were scattered throughout the room, eating and laughing with their company, or reading the newspaper. Shivering, I walked to the bar and climbed onto one of the stools. Noticing my reflection in the metal napkin dispenser, I cringed. I grabbed a few napkins and cleaned the smeared makeup off as best as I could.

A white cup was placed in front of me.

"Oh, no. I didn't order this." I said, and looked up. I was met with a kind smile, and the familiar face of the white haired boy from the party.

So sorry about how long it has taken to update! I've been super busy with school and getting things arranged for graduation and college and all that. This is a filler chapter. I planned on it being longer, but I took a small break and when I tried to pick back up, I just couldn't make it longer and exciting, so I decided to end the chapter, and start fresh with the next. I hope it's good enough until the next update!
~Nikki~