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On we go. This won't be pretty. If you are easily offended, maybe you should look for something else.
The car finally pulls into a street and slows down. We are downtown now and it's swarming with people. All of them looking even more identical than those people on the streets of Chicago or LA. All the signs, billboards, everything you can see are in Chinese. On the highway signs had letters too. The deeper we're in the more lost I feel. I understand nothing.
We have to break through a barricade of bodies at the hotel. They keep hitting my window, hollering, snapping pictures, putting their hands against the glass, trying to peer inside to see if I'm them. Some are crying, some are shouting that they love him. This always makes me feel more outer planet than any of those billboards ever will.
As we finally come to a stop. I still sit inside the car, motionless. I wait for the little man to come and open my door. His head is still bowed down, his shoulders hunched. I'm at least a head above him as I get out and straighten up.
"Bring my bag up. And tell Carlisle that I went to have a drink at the bar. He'll have to send me my room keys there."
"Yes, Mrs. King. Thank you, Mrs. King."
I walk in, and now I wish I wasn't wearing heels. It's not like I had to walk a lot in them, but still... Maybe they are not for intercontinental traveling. Thankfully the lobby is empty. Seems like you have to be a guest to be let in. Good. I don't know what I would do of I had to endure even more screaming in here. My head is already pounding and pulsing as it is. Maybe I should take that Dalmane.
I sit up on one of the red barstools in the bar. I don't want to sit at a table. I just want a decent bloody mary. The waitress is a bubbly blond. She smiles at me and nods her head to much and almost touches me as I order.
"A bloody mary. I really love those. You know, it's just, it's so boring and we don't get a lot of people in; since Gore Mountain's here they don't let anyone in. You know they're here, right? We were supposed to keep it hush-hush, but… well, somehow it came out, you know." At least she's mixing my drink now. And I can see that she is not holding the vodka back. "I haven't really met him but I saw Jacob Black once. They don't even want housekeeping anymore, which is like… why? They have, like, two floors to themselves, you know. I think it was Jacob Black I saw, but he was wearing his shades. He was with two redheads. And his blond manager. God, that is one hot piece of ass."
"Would you just hand me my drink?" I ask.
Pause.
"Sorry, Ms. Here you go." I take it from her and send it down all at once. I also ask for a bottle of Evian. I just realized I'm parched. I really don't want to go up there. I hope some emergency happens so I don't have to.
Then I remember some emergency did happen. That's why I'm here.
I can still remember the first time. The fridge started to get leftovers in it again, an excessive amount, in fact. Bella never asked me to go out with her anymore. The door of her room was always closed, but I wasn't sure if she was in or out. It was always so quiet.
Around that time Edward and Jake and the rest of them came to Red Revolver to celebrate their signing. They were in the VIP area, all of them stoned and blown out of their mind, having at least three girls grinding up on all of them and other things. They weren't stringy about the rules in the VIP lounge.
It was the night he'd been waiting for in all his life, but he looked unaffected, apathetic even. He came to me, his eyes all pupils, almost none of that green he was so famous for. He asked me how Bella was. I told him that he should know; he was the one always hanging out with her. He told me he wasn't, not any more. He told me to take care of her, and then went back to his band mates.
I was working a lot; I knew that for September I could afford the tuition. Marty said he could also hook me up with a guy called Timmy who had his own strip club in Chicago. I wasn't sure I'd take him on. I felt like it was better to leave the stripping to LA. I always had this ridiculos idea of starting anew.
I came home at around five that night. I was exhausted but I couldn't sleep. It was nothing new. I searched around my nightstand drawer for the Valium, but I couldn't find it. I even checked the bathroom. Then I thought maybe Bella borrowed some, even though I'm not sure she never did before.
I found her in her room, which was unusually clean and organized, lying on her bed with the orange plastic cylinder still clutched in her hands. Most of the pills were gone. I called 911 and stayed with her all the way to the hospital in that dingy ambulance. I felt like I didn't need those pills to sleep anymore.
I waited in that disease smelling waiting room, with all those barely human zombies, filing out papers, feeling that exhaustion weigh down on me like a ton of bricks, making everything around me slow and insignificant. They told me her bill would have to be paid; our insurance didn't cover for this.
I wasn't sure taking Bella out on her birthday was a good idea.
I was told she was saved but barely. They pumped her stomach and hooked her on an IV. The Valium was Charlie's, so at least we didn't face criminal charges. But that bill would have to be paid by someone. And it would probably have to be me.
They told me I could enter her room.
Her face was turned away from me and she was even paler than I remembered. I sat down next to her, but I didn't say anything. I just sat there, next to her. Waiting. Wanting to sleep.
Bella just told me, with her face still turned away, that she was sorry. She told me she wouldn't let this stop me from going to college. For the first time, I wanted to laugh. There's not a whole lot she could do about that anymore.
I just sat there, in the cold room, and she didn't look at me for the whole morning. They'd discharge her the following day according to the nurse who came in.
I went home, and took a leftover pill from Bella's sheets and went to sleep in her room.
About a week after that I was hanging out in Bosco with Marty and Destiny. I wasn't sure if it was worth busting my ass in Red Revolver anymore. I felt even shittier than usual. Destiny was tired and smacked out of her mind; she was speaking about vampires. About how they were all over the city and how they killed Melody. Melody cut her wrists in that producer's bathtub. There were no vampires involved. But with her slurred speech and slow gestures and black eyes she insisted. She told us she knew it was them. She told me with huge eyes that they're after her. I think she really believed it.
That was the fist night I saw Bella with Jacob. They entered the club with his hand thrown over her shoulder. He held onto her for the whole night, some body part always touching her; his lips on her shoulder as he was standing behind her or his hands on her hips. He waved at me then smirked. Bella held onto him too, but not like she held onto Edward. That was desperate and scary.
With Jacob it looked like she finally found her teddy bear in the dark after a nightmare. Kind of cute.
But it was still Jake. I wasn't sure it was a good idea.
I think it was around that time she gave me back the money I paid at the hospital for her bill. I found it on my nightstand, all of it. From then on, there were never any leftovers in the fridge. The door of her room was always open, just in case. She was never in there. Not even when I came home from Red Revolver.
I wondered what happened to her. Trisha told me she hardly ever saw her at school anymore. And that Edward was seen with a black eye on Melrose buying a guitar. She asked if I knew how it happened. I could only guess.
Obviously, don't try this at home.
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