Can't Blame Me for Having Fun

Chapter 2

A young guy was stroking his fingers through my hair while I sat against his leg on the bar stool. I knew he didn't really care about me, but it felt nice to close my eyes and think that he did.

...

I awoke in a comfortable bed, I looked over and saw the man from the bar. He was pretty, masculine wasn't a word to describe him. He was lean and he was kind of pale, paler than me. I went to stroke a curl when he opened his eyes.

"Good morning."

His voice was groggy, I smiled and said, "You too."

I shuffled out of the sheets and grabbed my clothes, I hurriedly put them on. I spoke out, "Do you think you can call me a cab, I don't have my phone with me."

He nodded his head. I left his room and searched for an exit, I wasn't much of a morning after person. I found myself in a normal sized apartment, it was cute and reminded me of New York.

I found myself outside while I waited, the weather was nice and warm. There wasn't a cloud in sight. It smelled nice here, not like the city. A nice aroma flowed through the air, bread. My stomach grumbled and I groaned.

The one thing my mother always made sure of was that John and I didn't go hungry, and right now I was hungry. I refused to eat since I last saw her, kind of like Ghandi. It had been four days and my stomach wouldn't shut up, the first two days it had been fine. The day before I was too stressed out to notice, but it began to catch up to me.

I applied a bit of pressure to my stomach with my hand and it let out an ungodly noise.I winced.

Eventually my cab pulled up and I got in, I gave him the address of Arthur's place and we were on our way. I felt a pit in my stomach as we were travelling, I knew John would be worried about me. John was a good brother, no matter how much he preferred his life in France than the one we had with his mother.

I worried more about how Arthur had reacted, he had already threatened to keep me locked up in the house. It would be stupid for me to think he wouldn't act upon it.

I try to act tough, but I'm not. I need to socialize and have friends to be happy, you can't make friends if you seem too harsh.

Eventually we got to Arthur's estate. I paid the driver and hopped out. I noticed some police cars in the driveway, Arthur had probably called them to hunt me down. I knocked on the door and waited.

John's face came into sight and I felt myself able to breathe. He understood me and my actions better than Arthur would. He stepped out and closed the door behind him, he began to speak, "He called the police, apparently he has connections or something."

John seemed uncomfortable, I knew that police officers scared him, they scared me too. He continued, "I told him that you would be back but he insisted."

I nodded my head and drew John into a hug, he began to shake. Neither of us had ever had a good interaction with a cop, especially john. He was a good kid, but when you live in a bad neighborhood that means nothing. He had been roughed up a few to many times by a few too many cops for it not to affect him.

I said, "I'll get rid of them for you, come on."

I got up and lent him my hand, he used it and stood next to me. John kind of reminded me of a golden retriever, he was too nice for his own good. Sometimes I had to be the angry chihuahua that defended him.

I walked in and immediately heard voices conversing in French coming from the living area. I walked in and let myself be known by clearing my voice.

"Hello officers. Your prey has arrived, you are cleared to leave."

The two cops stared blankly at me for a moment, then Arthur said something in French and they began to talk amongst themselves before passing by and leaving. I heard the door close before Arthur went off.