Me, You and My Medication

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Chapter Seven: Withdrawal

I haven't seen her since Friday. The withdrawal is literally killing me; Clarissa is like a drug, and without my fix, I might as well just go insane. And I want to, on one person specifically. What Randy said has echoed in my head, rattling my brain. It destroyed me to see her walk away. I didn't want her to; I wanted to say something, to fight back. It didn't work like that; not even close.

I woke this morning feeling like I hit my lowest point. Going down into the dining room, I didn't see Clarissa. I was really hoping to, I miss her. No sign of her pink hair, her Hello Kitty pajamas; nothing. I have tried texting her over the course of the two days; during the drive to New Hampshire, all the breaks I had away from Orton, even this morning when I got up.

No new text messages have entered my inbox… Well, none from her. I grab a few snacks from the counter and sit down at a close table. This really sucks, it really truly does. Who knew a girl could make someone hit the bottom, especially this hard. A thought then strikes my mind. I get up and jet out of the dining room and down the hall to the main lobby. There was no one standing at the reception desk, so I waited for a moment. After feeling completely ignored, my hand slammed down on the bell pretty hard.

"Can I help you?" a brunette haired woman came out from the back room.

"Actually, yes, you can." I reply, "I'm looking for a Clarissa Train," I start, "Can you tell me what room she's staying in.

"Clarissa Train?" she asks.

"Yeah," I answer, "She's about five-six, light skin, pink hair."

"I'm so sorry, sir," the receptionist says, "but there's no one listed under this hotel in that name, nor have we seen anyone you've described."

…What?

"That has to be wrong, you see, we're entertainers and literally all of us are booked into this hotel."

"Well, apparently all of you aren't,"

Ughhhh! You have to be kidding me!

"Alright, sorry if I wasted your time," I answer, "And thanks."

I walk away from the desk; this whole total defeat thing is really starting to take its toll on me. I try to think of anywhere she could possibly be, or anyone she could be with. If she's not in a hotel then she's staying with someone, but who that is exactly…

"Eve." I say out loud to myself.

The only other diva I could think of would be Maria, but she, out-of-the-blue, was just released. And those two are the only diva's she's really close with. My fingers hit the keyboard of my phone like thunder, as I type away to her trying to find some answers as to where Clarissa could possibly be.

One New Text Message
Sender: Eve Torres

She's not staying with the girls and I at the hotel.

I roll my eyes at her text, a little more information than that is going to be needed. I wrote to her again, this time asking if she knew of her whereabouts and then waited a few minutes.

One New Text Message
Sender: Eve Torres

She said she got into an argument with Orton and wanted to be left alone.

Wow, does she really think I'm going to seek out Randy on Rissa or something? Jeez, do I seriously come off as some type of asshole?

This time I pressed on Eve about the situation, I wasn't backing down from this. Eve knew me too well by now to understand that, that's how I've always been, aside from being a part of Legacy with Orton.

One New Message
Sender: Eve Torres

She's home. It's about a forty-five minute drive from here. She said she wanted some time to relax and have a moment to think.

She lives in New Hampshire?

I wrote one final message to Eve about Clarissa's home address. She sent me one back with directions on how to get there, the street and the house number. Bingo. I smile to myself, finally reaching success and run out of the hotel to find my rental car. I didn't care what Randy said last night, he's not holding me back from getting what I want.

And I will make sure of that, despite the actions I might have to take.


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