The Ridiculous Retreat Of Monica and Pete Robertson

The Ridiculous Retreat Of Monica and Pete Robertson Part Six

Chapter Six

"Are you alright?" Tim mumbled, pulling onto the road.

"I'm okay," I replied, looking out the window as the hospital zipped past. "Sorry about all of this. I shouldn't've dragged you into this mess."

Tim turned to face me and smiled. "Hey, I signed up for it."

As I lay on a cheap motel 6 mattress that night, I tried to think of ways I could apologize to Peter, without losing my last ounce of dignity.

Not that he would make it easy for me.

I'd probably end up begging.

I was just about to grab my phone to text Peter, when an awful snorting sound filled the room.

I looked over to my right and saw Tim, rolling over in his bed.

I'd been trying to forget the fact that I was sharing a motel room with a twenty-two-year-old man, as I had plenty of reservations about it.

All of which I'd made a fool of myself, explaining it to Tim earlier.

"There is no way, I'm sharing a motel room with you!" I'd loudly protested as Tim pulled into the Motel 6 parking lot.

Tim snorted and turned off the engine.

"Yet, you know me well enough to get a ride from me."

"Those are two completely different things! It was an emergency," I'd retorted.

"So is this," Tim had replied, looking straight at me then.

"What?"

"I'm exhausted, therefore I should not operate any heavy metal machinery."

"So, I'll drive."

Tim sighed and unlocked his seatbelt.

"Look, I'm tired, dirty and tonight I want a warm bed to sleep in. So, you either get it out of your head that I wanna sleep with you, and follow me inside, or you can stay out here."

I pursed my lips and turned to face Tim.

"Your car does have a heater, right?"

Tim just rolled his eyes and got out.

After making sure that Tim was still asleep, I grabbed my phone and slipped into the bathroom.

I sat on the toilet seat and unlocked my phone.

Then after felt like an eternity I dialed my brother.

"Hello," Peter mumbled.

"Hey, i-it's me. Monica," I squeaked.

"Duh, that's kinda why I answered," he chuckled.

I smiled a little. "Yeah, of course."

"So, what happened?" Peter asked, sounding a bit hesitant.

I sucked in a breath. "You were right. Dad's full of it. He even threatened to call the cops if I didn't stay with him."

"Well, I'm not shocked."

Then more quietly he added, "kinda wish I was though."

I raised an eyebrow, puzzled by my brother's statement. "What'd you mean?"

Peter sighed. "I don't know. Since you've been gone, I'd sorta been hoping that he was telling the truth. You know maybe he wasn't a complete ass."

"Well no such luck."

"Yeah, I guess."

We'd been quiet for a few seconds, when I said, "sorry for calling you an ass."

"And for stepping on my foot?" Peter added.

That dumb smile was definitely on his face now.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Yeah that too."