Somebody Love Me (Journeys) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Michelle Sutton
chose to wait. I remember Mike saying something about having a car. Maybe he could give me a ride home.
When he wasn't looking, I studied Jenny's boyfriend to try and understand what she found so appealing about him. He wasn't nearly as attractive as Jenny had described, and he had a slight body odor about him just like she did. He also didn't take very good care of his house.
Jenny never mentioned he was a slob or that they had regular shootings on his street. If she had, I doubt I'd have taken the bus to meet him or agreed to spend the night. I also had a sinking feeling that Mike wouldn't be that cute, either.
While I waited another hour for Mike to show up, I suddenly sobered up enough to realize I'd be alone with two men I didn't know. So I asked Dirk for another beer, thinking it would make me seem more mature and help me to relax.
My nerves were totally shot from not knowing what to do now that I was stuck at Dirk's house alone. "Is Mike ever coming?" I finally asked him.
"Nope. He canceled hours ago."
I stiffened. "When did he call?"
"When you were in the bathroom earlier."
"Why did you make me think he was still coming when you knew he wasn't? I would have left an hour ago and taken the last bus home."
"I wanted to try you out myself." He laughed at my attempt to stand. "Just kidding. Relax and enjoy yourself. I won't bite."
This time I did manage to get up, but he easily sat me back on the kitchen chair since I could barely stand. Nausea bubbled up in my throat when I thought about his comment. Surely he wouldn't do that with me when he had a girlfriend who happened to be my friend. I must've heard him wrong.
"I want to go home." A slight whine tainted my voice, but I was tired and a bit drunk. Not so much that I wanted to throw up, though. At this point I would have puked on his floor just to show him how much he revolted me.
"Hey, you said it yourself. It's too late to catch a bus now." He shrugged and said with a smirk, "I wouldn't go outside by myself if I were you, so you might as well spend the night with me."
I stared at him in shock. The intense look in his gaze suggested he wasn't planning to let me sleep. Tears sprung to my eyes and I felt like I was choking. He'd trapped me.
Dirk didn't have a car, and I couldn't go outside. Hitchhiking wasn't an option. There were no buses. I'd gotten myself into the situation and I couldn't get out.
I could hear people arguing next door and I didn't want to get mixed up with people who were drunk and fighting. So while I dreaded it, I asked Dirk what he thought I should do in the hopes he'd help me find a ride home and leave me alone.
He smiled and handed me another beer. I sucked it down until I became light-headed and woozy. I never finished the last can. I knew from Mary and Cathy's party stories that if I kept going I would've gotten sick, and though I wanted to make a mess just to spite him, at the same time I didn't need to barf on top of everything else. Plus, I hated vomiting and the pinched feeling in my gut told me I wasn't far from that point.
Dirk gave me some potato chips and a cheese sandwich, which helped settle my stomach a little, but it still hurt. Whenever I got stressed, I got bad pains in my gut. I told Dirk I didn't feel much better, so he cracked open a kitchen drawer. He pulled out a pipe and a bag of stuff that looked like pot. I'd seen marijuana before, so I knew what weed looked like. Maybe it would help.
"This will calm your stomach down. Chill now, woman, I was only messing with your head." He winked and prepared a bowl of pot. Flicking the lighter, he tilted it and lit the stuff in the pipe. He sucked in a deep breath. While trying not to cough, he handed it to me. I'd seen Fish and his friend smoking bowls of reefer before, so I knew what to do.
From the looks of things I'd be stuck there all night anyway, so I took a long pull on the pipe hoping it would help me relax. He promised I'd be safe, right? He coughed, slowly
When he wasn't looking, I studied Jenny's boyfriend to try and understand what she found so appealing about him. He wasn't nearly as attractive as Jenny had described, and he had a slight body odor about him just like she did. He also didn't take very good care of his house.
Jenny never mentioned he was a slob or that they had regular shootings on his street. If she had, I doubt I'd have taken the bus to meet him or agreed to spend the night. I also had a sinking feeling that Mike wouldn't be that cute, either.
While I waited another hour for Mike to show up, I suddenly sobered up enough to realize I'd be alone with two men I didn't know. So I asked Dirk for another beer, thinking it would make me seem more mature and help me to relax.
My nerves were totally shot from not knowing what to do now that I was stuck at Dirk's house alone. "Is Mike ever coming?" I finally asked him.
"Nope. He canceled hours ago."
I stiffened. "When did he call?"
"When you were in the bathroom earlier."
"Why did you make me think he was still coming when you knew he wasn't? I would have left an hour ago and taken the last bus home."
"I wanted to try you out myself." He laughed at my attempt to stand. "Just kidding. Relax and enjoy yourself. I won't bite."
This time I did manage to get up, but he easily sat me back on the kitchen chair since I could barely stand. Nausea bubbled up in my throat when I thought about his comment. Surely he wouldn't do that with me when he had a girlfriend who happened to be my friend. I must've heard him wrong.
"I want to go home." A slight whine tainted my voice, but I was tired and a bit drunk. Not so much that I wanted to throw up, though. At this point I would have puked on his floor just to show him how much he revolted me.
"Hey, you said it yourself. It's too late to catch a bus now." He shrugged and said with a smirk, "I wouldn't go outside by myself if I were you, so you might as well spend the night with me."
I stared at him in shock. The intense look in his gaze suggested he wasn't planning to let me sleep. Tears sprung to my eyes and I felt like I was choking. He'd trapped me.
Dirk didn't have a car, and I couldn't go outside. Hitchhiking wasn't an option. There were no buses. I'd gotten myself into the situation and I couldn't get out.
I could hear people arguing next door and I didn't want to get mixed up with people who were drunk and fighting. So while I dreaded it, I asked Dirk what he thought I should do in the hopes he'd help me find a ride home and leave me alone.
He smiled and handed me another beer. I sucked it down until I became light-headed and woozy. I never finished the last can. I knew from Mary and Cathy's party stories that if I kept going I would've gotten sick, and though I wanted to make a mess just to spite him, at the same time I didn't need to barf on top of everything else. Plus, I hated vomiting and the pinched feeling in my gut told me I wasn't far from that point.
Dirk gave me some potato chips and a cheese sandwich, which helped settle my stomach a little, but it still hurt. Whenever I got stressed, I got bad pains in my gut. I told Dirk I didn't feel much better, so he cracked open a kitchen drawer. He pulled out a pipe and a bag of stuff that looked like pot. I'd seen marijuana before, so I knew what weed looked like. Maybe it would help.
"This will calm your stomach down. Chill now, woman, I was only messing with your head." He winked and prepared a bowl of pot. Flicking the lighter, he tilted it and lit the stuff in the pipe. He sucked in a deep breath. While trying not to cough, he handed it to me. I'd seen Fish and his friend smoking bowls of reefer before, so I knew what to do.
From the looks of things I'd be stuck there all night anyway, so I took a long pull on the pipe hoping it would help me relax. He promised I'd be safe, right? He coughed, slowly