How Not To Be A Groupie

Chapter Fifty Nine: Talking It Over

After trudging up the millions of stairs, Bon practically carrying me under his arm like an American football, we made it to his room. Turning the key into the lock, Bon pushed the door open and helped me inside. I freed myself from his grasp and stumbled into the bedroom, Bon not stopping me. "Night, Hannah," he called after me.

I didn't bother closing the door and made straight for the bed. My face melted into the pillows as I collapsed face down on the mattress. Sweet fucking relief. How I missed this. Nothing in the world compared to a bed at this minute, especially one that didn't resemble a coffin. I rolled onto my side, hoping to catch a few winks. When sleep didn't come right away I sat up and stripped my jacket off, throwing it to the floor. 

I'd change first, brush my teeth, then sleep. 

My laundry bag was on the couch where I left it when I came here. Peering outside the bedroom I saw Bon sitting on the couch next to it, reading a book. There was a stack of books next to him, and I wondered if he planned on spending his night reading. They weren't small books either, they looked like something you'd find in a college library. Masking my surprise, I debated whether or not to grab my things while he was sitting there. Luckily the telephone rang and Bon set his book down to grab it, standing from the couch. "Yeah," he said, taking a few steps away from the couch. With his back turned, I could sneak up behind him and grab my bag without disturbing him. 

But...why was I so afraid to face him?

Manifesting any skills I had in the realm of quiet and sneaky, I crept up to the couch and grabbed my bag, my arm aching from the weight of it. I wondered how much of this I would still have after I went back home or if I got to keep any of it at all. It was Stelle's money, after all, I didn't want it to go to waste. But it wasn't really my decision, was it? 

I didn't listen to a word Bon said over the phone as I hurried away to the bedroom. Rummaging through my tangled pile of clothes I found the toothbrush Cliff gave me and the toothpaste Malcolm gave me. Grabbing an oversized shirt and fresh underwear, I slipped away into the bathroom. Just like the first time I came in here, the lights didn't work. There was a flashlight sitting on the toilet tank that Bon must have found in a cupboard. Flicking it on I blinked from the blinding light and stood it upright, letting the light bounce off the ceiling and cover the room. 

The lighting did jack shit to help my washed out complexion. There was some acne on my forehead that hadn't been there before. Normally I got breakouts when my cycle was about to start. So far I hadn't gotten anything that insinuated it was coming and I prayed it would stay that way. No way Bon had anything in here to help with that.

Brushing my teeth, I checked everything over to make sure the weeks of ditching my retainer still hadn't messed anything up. I'd hate for the 'spell to break', so to speak. Seeing everything as it should be, and no new hair growth anywhere, I changed my clothes and carried my things with me back to the bedroom. 

Bon hadn't hung up the phone and his soft voice carried across the hall. Tossing my things in the bag, deciding to organize it all later, I crawled under the covers and curled into a ball. Not even a second later I was asleep.

I turned over in bed, my bare legs skimming the sheets. Stretching my arms as far as I could I slowly sat up and looked around the room for a clock. There was a tiny one on the wall but I couldn't see it even without blurry vision. There was a hint of light outside the curtain and I pulled it back to see the sky changing to a pale shade of blue. A couple birds flew by, some of them chirping and twittering their morning song. It couldn't have been any later than five.