A/N: So I jumped onto the unsecured tmobile network, but you have to pay for a connection. Isn't anything free these days? Guess not. Well, at least I churned out the next part of this story. I don't own Instant Star. Reviews welcome.
Morning Calls
I rolled over and shoved the pillow on top of my pounding head desperately trying to deafen the noise that was emanating from the door. My mouth was dry and tasted like the glue part of an envelope. There was grit in my eyes and did I mention that my head hurt like the seven hells. I squinted furiously when a bright light was suddenly glaring down at me, but at least the incessant knocking had stopped. And then the covers were thrown off my naked yes that's right naked body. My clothes were hurled at my fetal form. They smelled amazing like they had been freshly washed. "I took the liberty of washing your clothes while you slept." the voice said much too loudly. Ooh and they were warm. "Get up you slugabed. Jude gets up early." She said briskly as she shoved a plate under my nose causing me to salivate down my chin. Very attractive. "And eat this. You're too skinny." she said distastefully. It then struck me that I was still in all my naked glory. My neck flushed an unsightly shade of red. "I've got grandchildren older than you. Nothing I haven't seen before." she said slightly amused as she handed me a plate with eggs, bacon, toast with butter and homemade jam. I made quick work of it. As I swallowed the last remnants of my meal she handed me a glass of some unknown concoction and two extra strength Tylenols. I raised my brows at her. "Clears your hangover right up." She said knowingly. "I added honey." She said as my lips puckered and I had to do everything in my power to suppress my urge to hurl after swallowing the god awful stuff. She watched me like a hawk to ensure that I drank the whole glass down. "Ugh!" I said using my arm to wipe my mouth. I clutched my stomach as it began to convulse, but surprisingly nothing happened. She opened the window. "Smells like a bar in here" she said wrinkling her nose. "You might want to shower before you see her." she said facetiously. It was way too early to devise a witty comeback, so I made a face. I sniffed the air and decided that although the fresh air from the windows was improving the fragrance in the room I most definitely was a wee bit pungent. I got up slowly from the bed clutching the towel to my hip and walked into the bathroom.
By the time I got out of the shower, the bed was made and she had left a note that she was at the café. I got dressed quickly feeling remarkably better after her hangover remedy, a full belly, and a nice warm shower. I made a mental note to thank her when I found a container of pomade, a small hand mirror, and an antique looking comb lying on top of the bed. The sun was shining by the time I headed downstairs to see Dominique. She was sitting at one of the tables at the café with a picnic basket. I stared at her perplexed. "You weren't going to show up empty handed like a beggar were you?" she said eyeing my expression. I grinned sheepishly. "That's what I thought." she said as she handed me the basket. It was definitely heavier than it looked. She walked over to the entrance of the hotel/café and locked it. "Are you ready?" she asked. Whether she meant rowing to the island, facing Jude, or both I wasn't quite sure. There were a million voices in my head voicing all my fears. I stared at my feet willing the voices to loosen their grasp on my precious sanity. "Just follow this and everything will be fine." she said as she tapped me on my chest. And with that still lingering on my mind I followed her to where the rowboat was waiting and where my imminent future depended upon. I nearly stumbled getting into the damn thing, but Dominique steadied me. I gave her a grateful look. I took a seat in the boat, picked up the oars, and began to slide them through the water while she looked on with an encouraging smile. My arms were straining by the time her figure was too small to make out on the shoreline. "I guess I'm on my own." I murmured to the howling wind. "God help me." I said.
