Another Drink
Session 4
Waking up with a start I didn't know where I was for a moment. My vision cleared and I found myself in a bed, the sheets stiff. A hotel...I vaguely remember stopping and getting a room for the night. Sitting up I was assaulted by a headache, holding a hand to my head I got up and made my way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror caught sight of my reflection.
Long yellow blonde hair in a messy braid, tired blue eyes ... I turned away from the mirror and closed the bathroom door. Walking toward the shower I began undressing from my black t-shirt and black night shorts.
Stepping into the warm spray from the shower I felt my sore muscles begin to relax and my headache started to subside. After a few moments of just standing there I began to long task of washing my hair. Staring down at my side I saw the ends of my hair stop at mid thigh.
'What ever made me decide to grow my hair long?' I questioned myself, closing my eyes and shaking my head I stopped that train of thought. I don't need to think about the past. They don't care about me and I don't care about them. Sighing I stopped thinking about that and went on with my shower.
Coming out of the bathroom clad in a white hotel towel and a towel on my head. Quickly drying off I went on to tackle my hair. Drying it as much as I could I braided it and put it up in a bun. After doing that I put on the clothes I had worn the night before, except my coat. Opening the door I came to find my bike in a parking space in front of the room I had paid for. Stepping out on the cold concrete I walked out the bike and opened a saddlebag and took some clean clothes. Stopping I grabbed my other dirty clothes and went back into the room. Changing into the clean clothes I took the dirty ones, some change and the key to the room I made my way out of the room and down to the laundry room.
Walking bare foot into the tiled room I came to find the room empty. Sighing thankfully I went about getting my clothes in a washing machine not in use. I went bought a box of soap from the vending machine out in the hall and went back and preceded to start the machine while pouring in the right amount of soap. Sitting in a chair waiting for my clothes to through washing I noticed my reflection in the window to the room. I saw a young woman wearing pair of knee length black shorts and a loose black tank top. Looking away I came to find someone standing at the doorway to the laundry room.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you...you just looked a little...preoccupied." The man was tall, lean and had his brown hair cropped above his ears. His gray-blue eyes seemed to smile at me.
"Sorry if I seemed that you bothered me. You didn't really, I was just thinking." He smiled for a moment and stepped inside the room. He went about loading his clothes in a washing machine. Done doing that he proceeded to jump up and sit on top of the machine he had just started.
"So where you from?" His voice startled me for a moment after there being a long moment of silence. For a moment I didn't know what to say.
"Hillwood." I finally said. Looking to him I saw a slight smile.
"I know that place, been through there before. Though I prefer towns and not cites." His voice was something new to me. He had a warmth to it, something I hadn't heard in a long time.
"Same for me. It's easier riding that's for sure."
"What do you ride?" He asked, that warmth was still there.
"A '98 Harley Davidson Sportster."
"Nice bike."
"A nice improvement from the first bike I got after leaving home..." I stopped talking. Why was I telling him this? I was about to say something about having to go when the machine, washing my clothes stopped, its sound absent from the room. Getting up from the hard plastic chair I made my way to the machine and proceeded to load the clothes in a nearby dryer.
"I see you like the color black." I had almost forgotten he was there. Look down to the clothes in my hand and to the dryer I saw that almost ever single article of clothing was black.
"Yeah... I guess I do." I felt like crying for some reason. I loaded the rest of my clothes in the dryer, set it and turned the machine on. Sitting down the chair again I held my head in my hands and looked at the floor.
~ ~ ~
Looking down at the woman I had happened to come across in the landry room of the hotel I felt a need to comfort her. She sat down in the chair she had been sitting before holding her head. I know said something to make her feel this way. I got down from the washing machine I was sitting upon and made my way over to the blonde haired woman. Looking at her I noticed just how pale she was. Her hair was up in a braided bun, it's color contrasted sharply by her black shorts and top.
"I'm sorry if I said anything wrong."
"No, no you didn't. Hey, what's your name?" Her voice sounded like she was close to tears.
"Christian. And what may your name be?" She lifted her head and looked up at me, her eyes were the color of a cloudy sapphire.
"Helga."
"It's a pleasure meeting you Helga." She held out her hand, taking it I gave it a squeeze. She smiled slightly, a tear slipped down her cheek. Letting go of her hand I brushed the tear away, before I could do anything I found her in my arms crying. Hugging her to me, I patted her back as she cried. It was then that I felt that this was right, the Lord had sent me to help her.
Session 4
Waking up with a start I didn't know where I was for a moment. My vision cleared and I found myself in a bed, the sheets stiff. A hotel...I vaguely remember stopping and getting a room for the night. Sitting up I was assaulted by a headache, holding a hand to my head I got up and made my way to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror caught sight of my reflection.
Long yellow blonde hair in a messy braid, tired blue eyes ... I turned away from the mirror and closed the bathroom door. Walking toward the shower I began undressing from my black t-shirt and black night shorts.
Stepping into the warm spray from the shower I felt my sore muscles begin to relax and my headache started to subside. After a few moments of just standing there I began to long task of washing my hair. Staring down at my side I saw the ends of my hair stop at mid thigh.
'What ever made me decide to grow my hair long?' I questioned myself, closing my eyes and shaking my head I stopped that train of thought. I don't need to think about the past. They don't care about me and I don't care about them. Sighing I stopped thinking about that and went on with my shower.
Coming out of the bathroom clad in a white hotel towel and a towel on my head. Quickly drying off I went on to tackle my hair. Drying it as much as I could I braided it and put it up in a bun. After doing that I put on the clothes I had worn the night before, except my coat. Opening the door I came to find my bike in a parking space in front of the room I had paid for. Stepping out on the cold concrete I walked out the bike and opened a saddlebag and took some clean clothes. Stopping I grabbed my other dirty clothes and went back into the room. Changing into the clean clothes I took the dirty ones, some change and the key to the room I made my way out of the room and down to the laundry room.
Walking bare foot into the tiled room I came to find the room empty. Sighing thankfully I went about getting my clothes in a washing machine not in use. I went bought a box of soap from the vending machine out in the hall and went back and preceded to start the machine while pouring in the right amount of soap. Sitting in a chair waiting for my clothes to through washing I noticed my reflection in the window to the room. I saw a young woman wearing pair of knee length black shorts and a loose black tank top. Looking away I came to find someone standing at the doorway to the laundry room.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you...you just looked a little...preoccupied." The man was tall, lean and had his brown hair cropped above his ears. His gray-blue eyes seemed to smile at me.
"Sorry if I seemed that you bothered me. You didn't really, I was just thinking." He smiled for a moment and stepped inside the room. He went about loading his clothes in a washing machine. Done doing that he proceeded to jump up and sit on top of the machine he had just started.
"So where you from?" His voice startled me for a moment after there being a long moment of silence. For a moment I didn't know what to say.
"Hillwood." I finally said. Looking to him I saw a slight smile.
"I know that place, been through there before. Though I prefer towns and not cites." His voice was something new to me. He had a warmth to it, something I hadn't heard in a long time.
"Same for me. It's easier riding that's for sure."
"What do you ride?" He asked, that warmth was still there.
"A '98 Harley Davidson Sportster."
"Nice bike."
"A nice improvement from the first bike I got after leaving home..." I stopped talking. Why was I telling him this? I was about to say something about having to go when the machine, washing my clothes stopped, its sound absent from the room. Getting up from the hard plastic chair I made my way to the machine and proceeded to load the clothes in a nearby dryer.
"I see you like the color black." I had almost forgotten he was there. Look down to the clothes in my hand and to the dryer I saw that almost ever single article of clothing was black.
"Yeah... I guess I do." I felt like crying for some reason. I loaded the rest of my clothes in the dryer, set it and turned the machine on. Sitting down the chair again I held my head in my hands and looked at the floor.
~ ~ ~
Looking down at the woman I had happened to come across in the landry room of the hotel I felt a need to comfort her. She sat down in the chair she had been sitting before holding her head. I know said something to make her feel this way. I got down from the washing machine I was sitting upon and made my way over to the blonde haired woman. Looking at her I noticed just how pale she was. Her hair was up in a braided bun, it's color contrasted sharply by her black shorts and top.
"I'm sorry if I said anything wrong."
"No, no you didn't. Hey, what's your name?" Her voice sounded like she was close to tears.
"Christian. And what may your name be?" She lifted her head and looked up at me, her eyes were the color of a cloudy sapphire.
"Helga."
"It's a pleasure meeting you Helga." She held out her hand, taking it I gave it a squeeze. She smiled slightly, a tear slipped down her cheek. Letting go of her hand I brushed the tear away, before I could do anything I found her in my arms crying. Hugging her to me, I patted her back as she cried. It was then that I felt that this was right, the Lord had sent me to help her.