♣Waking Up In
Vegas♣
Chapter
twentythree
Gale
I hadn't spoken to anyone when I returned to the Avenged
Angel. Danny kept trying to tell me that it was inevitable - we
were drunk, but I wouldn't listen to him. I was inlove with
Theo and she turned me down. I spent a long time in the bathroom
each day - just sitting on the floor, drinking. I threw up alot
too. I then started up smoking again - which I hated myself,
but I couldn't do anything about - I was craving nicotine. I
didn't leave the bathroom that week - Danny brought up my
food, but I would throw it up within an hour. I guess that was
depression.
I leaned against the door, lifting the bottle up to my lips. The
vodka tingled against the back of my throat, the bitter taste
hurting my throat. I heard a knock at the door, and shifted so it
could open.
"Hola Gale," Danny said as he walked through
the door. I didn't look at him, but I knew the voice; the
spanish. The door shut, and he sat down next to me. "Tell me
what happened," he said. I hadn't told the story to
anyone, they just knew that something bad had happened. So, I
told him. I told him about how she just stood there, not
speaking. She didn't feel the same way.
Danny stayed silent throughout the story, then, when it was over,
he looked at me, shaking his head.
"Don't let that stop you," he said. "Maybe she
was scared; shocked that you were there. Or maybe, she just need
time to think," I could hear the sincerity in his voice, but
it was shrouded with his accent. "Go after her, mi
hermano," he added. I shook my head.
"She doesn't want me there," I told him.
"She does," Danny persisted. "And I found a way to
work out if she really likes you or not," he told me.
"How?" I asked. I kept my tone sad, and drunk, but this
got my interest.
"Her best friend, Cal - he's in the Ohio state
jail," Danny told me. I wasn't understanding though.
"I phoned the jail, and asked to speak to him - they
wouldn't let me of course. But I asked if anyone had visited
him lately," he nodded. "Everyday of this week, a girl
named Theodora Guest was there." I sat up at this. "Do
it, mi hermano, do it." He got up, and left me to
think.
Night came quickly, and the motel I was staying in didn't
seem to be a freind to heaters. I slept, after hours of non-stop
thinking about Theo. But, this was a good plan. I had to speak to
her friend - Cal. I just had to hope that she wasn't going to
be there that day.
I left the motel early in the morning, and finished my journey to
Cincinnatti. I took buses, and hitch-hiked, but when I got there
- I had no idea where to turn to. It was one pm, and I knew from
looking at the jail's website, that visiting time started at
three.
I walked through the quiet streets, passing rows of cafés.
The only non-quiet part about the roads was a group of brunettes.
I needed directions, and they could probably give them to me. I
walked up to them.
"Hey, do you know where the state jail is?" I asked
them. They all seemed to look to one of the girls.
"Hi," she said, smiling. "I'm Evie, and you
are?"
"Wanting to know where the jail is," I told her. She
shook her head and laughed.
"No, silly! You're supposed to say your name!"
"Your name," I responded. Yes, I was in a bit of a
hurry, but I had time to play a few games. Evie laughed again,
and I quickly latched on to her idea of getting me on a date with
her.
"The jail's up the road and to the right," she told
me. "I'll take you if you want - but we should, I dunno,
get something to eat? And then see a movie after?" She
smiled, and batted her eyelashes.
"No thanks," I replied. "Just directions
thanks."
-Bethany
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