it's taken me so long to be motivated to write - and tonight, I just felt like writing something but it turned into a whole entire chapter which I personally really like... haven't been entirely proud of my last chapters as it has taken more than one day to write. Enjoy ^.^ P.S not to mention, the word count is hella long ;o (longest chapter written)
STORM'S POV
Once we had gotten to Los Vegas, sleep was not an option, everything just looked so alive, so fun and I wanted to see it all. Jason and I first found a relatively cheap hotel and dropped all of our things off and headed out for dinner. It must've been forever, because it felt like time was flying as I ate and talked with Jason. So care free, nothing to worry about - it was great. Once we were done our meal, the waitress had come over to ask if we wanted any dessert and mistakenly called us a couple.
"Oh no, we're just friends," I reassure him. "And actually, I'll go for a slice of cheesecake." I look back to Jason's face which had sort of dropped… I did sympathize for him but there wasn't much more I could do.
"Yeah, I'll just get some chocolate ice cream."
"So the atmosphere of Los Vegas, I like it a lot," I say.
"I'm glad you do, but looking at the time I don't think we should go to the slots or whatever you wanted to do. You need to rest… you know, for…." he states motioning towards my stomach.
This sort of felt like a let down… but it did make sense, we've had a long day. Jason pays for the bill even though I insist that I pay for my meal at least. As for the walk back to the hotel, we're in silence.
"Is there anything wrong?" I ask. No response. "Jason."
"Oh, what? No, of course not - I am just really tired is all. Lots of driving today haha."
"Alright…" I trail off as we go back to silence.
Once we got back to the hotel room, Jason immediately goes to the washroom to get ready for bed. I sit on my bed contemplating a lot of things… like why I am here in the first place with him. Why I would leave my duties to Mitch and so abrupt… he must be so worried.
"All yours," Jason says coming out of the washroom and hopping into bed.
"Great," I slightly grin and head into the washroom. I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror and contemplate a lot of other things… like if having this baby was a good idea… well I couldn't just abort it… but to keep it… maybe I wasn't doing the right thing… I'm so young and I was just getting my life together. I brush my teeth, wash my face and undress… but I realize that I didn't even bring my pajama's in here. I walk out excusing myself from Jason's view, slightly covering myself.
"Wow," I hear from behind me. I blush and quickly grab my things.
"Sorry, left my pajama's in my bag," I quickly rustle through trying to find the change of clothes. Before I knew it, I felt Jason's touch on my shoulder which makes me jump.
"You're just so…" he trails off as I feel his breath on my neck. Crap, crap, crap… I knew this was wrong, but at the same time, I didn't want to say no. His lips touches my neck and in reaction I close my eyes and let out a light breath. And then I realize that I wanted this, I dropped my clothes and turned around wrapping my arms around his neck. We begin to make out and slowly make our way to the bed laying down.
One AM strikes before we were finished. Jason curls up beside me and he drifts off to sleep fairly quick but I on the other hand cannot sleep. What did I just do?! All of my thoughts throughout the day, throughout the past couple of months and years all came rushing back, everything that I've worked for, everything that I fought through to be all wasted because of… of this… because I couldn't keep myself in my pants. How could I ever face Mitch again? I felt so ashamed of myself. Eventually Jason rolls around to the other side so I take this opportunity to pull a sweater on and some pants. I head out into the hall making sure to bring a room key. I look side to side. I watch a couple giggle and walk into a hotel room and in the other direction I had caught the eye of a few boys. They motioned me to come over so without thinking, I do.
"Damn, you certainly are gorgeous," one immediately says. "I'm John and this is Riley." My heart stops as I look to Riley and my face immediately drops. "What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing… just my ex boyfriend was named Riley… and well, he died."
"Well I am so sorry for your loss."
"Thanks," I shrug off his sympathy.
"We were just gonna go to the bar for some shots, would you like to join?" I look down to the clothes I had on and hesitated to answer. "Oh you'll be fine like that - don't worry about it."
A few moments later, my contemplation stops and I agree to join them. One shot won't hurt… or so I thought.
"Common, take another… it isn't fun if only us two are drinking."
"No, I really can't."
"Common," Riley chirps in. "Just one more, what can go wrong?"
I sigh and hesitantly look at the two of them… "Fine."
"Alright," John smiles and motions to the bar tender for three more shots. "So what really has you down?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well I'd like to think that I know females quite well and I can pick up when one is having a hard time, or faced with a problem."
"Oh… well it's…" I get off by the bar tender pouring more shots. The three of use pick up the shots, clink glasses and down our second shot.
"It's what?"
"Just some life problems… I don't exactly what to talk about them."
"Fair enough, shit happens."
… Fifth shot, I was gone. "Oh bar tender," I call out. "Yeah, I'll just have uhh some water."
"Well what's the fun in that? No, she'll have a gin and tonic." The bar tender looks to me and I look to him confused… "What? You just told me your preferred drink was gin so…"
"That's true!" I quickly wipe the confused face off and divert my attention back to the bar tender. "Yeah, I'll have a gin and tonic."
Once I was nearing the end of my drink, I felt that it was too hard to stay sitting up. Riley had me propped up against his shoulder making sure that I wouldn't fall over. "You know… I've always liked the name Riley," I blurt out.
"Oh do you?" he responded, placing one of his hands on my inner thighs.
"No," I push his hand away. "Don't do that."
"Well why not?" he puts his hand back on my leg, higher up this time.
"I said stop."
"Nothing bad is going to happen," John steps in placing a hand on my back.
I straighten myself up and shake off the two of them. "Nothing bad is going to happen, you're right because it already has," I state while beginning to stand up.
"Okay fine, let me help you," John offers.
"No!" I shout. "I've got this." Before I knew it, I hand fallen to the floor.
MITCH'S POV
"I'm just so angry, we have to find them tonight but they could be anywhere," I hostilely say.
"There is no need to get worked up, we will find where they are - let's first logically think about the hotels we can cross out. See look at that one, they wouldn't be able to afford that one."
"You're right," I pull over and roll down Tyler's window. "Hey! Excuse me," I shout out to a couple walking. I get their attention. "Would you happen to know the hotel which would have rooms sort of last minute and relatively cheap for those people kind of spur the moment?"
"Well yeah actually there are a few, but they are more down that road there," the man points out the street behind us.
"Anywhere else?"
"Not that I can think of."
"Okay, well thank-you. Have a good night."
"You too, take care."
I look over my shoulder and do a complete U-turn and turn down the street where a number of cheaper looking hotels stand. "We should just drive through the parking lots… see if we can spot Jason's car."
"Sounds logical enough," Tyler agrees.
About fifteen minutes later, we spot Jason's car and quickly find a parking space. I leave the keys in the ignition and bolt into the hotel. I go to the reception desk and ask if a Stoke's was staying here and for the room number.
"He is, but I cannot give you that information."
"Okay fine," I slam the table and head off down the hallways. I walk past the restaurant and glance to see a bit of a scene, I don't think much of it but quickly back up and peer in. Oh my god I think to myself. I rush into the room and shove past the crowd of people.
"Move," I angrily say seeing Storm passed out on the floor. "Storm! … Hey Storm look at me."
"Who are you?" a male voice says behind me. I look around to see a guy staring right at me.
"Better yet, who are you? And what happened?" I could obviously tell he is drunk by his lack of balance. I spot Tyler walk into the restaurant. "Hey Tyler, can you help me out?"
"She walked out of a hotel room, invited her for some drinks… had quite a bit come to think of it."
"She was drinking?!"
"Yeah, chill bro. Now who the fuck are you?"
"Her boyfriend, and maybe you should get your head out of you ass."
"Whoa bro, the fuck are you trying to say?"
"She's pregnant, and I bet you were there trying to convince her to drink more and more. Now get lost!" I shout as he does what I say. He motions to who must've been his friend and they leave the restaurant. "And the rest of you, leave… I've got this."
"Up we go," Tyler says grabbing an arm of Storm's and wrapping it around his neck. I check for a room key, and successfully find it in Storm's back pocket. I read the room number and so we head to it. The three of us barge in and turn the lights on completely surprising Jason.
"Huh? What? What's going on?" he questions immediately sitting up and rubbings his eyes. We lay Storm down on the bed and tuck her in.
"Tyler, go book another hotel room please," I say.
"Will do," Tyler leaves and I turn to Jason.
"How could you be so irresponsible Jason?!"
"What did I do?!" he states looking to Storm on the bed. "Wait, whats wrong with her?"
"I just found her passed out on the floor of the restaurant. These two idiots told me that she was drinking," I explain pacing the room. "Do you want her to ruin everything?!"
"No of course not… it was an early night Mitch, I obviously had her best interest at heart… she must've left when I was asleep. You cannot pin this one on me."
Tyler walks back into the room signalling that he has a hotel room.
"Great, Jason… get your things, you're staying with Tyler tonight."
He rolls his eyes and doesn't bother to argue. Ten minutes later they have left the room and Tyler has gone out to the car to get out things. I sit beside Storm all night, waiting to see if she'll wake up.
~ September 18th ~
I must've dozed off because I am woken up by Storm tumbling to stand up.
"Hey Storm, Storm, Storm… be careful," I say immediately standing up to help her.
"I'm fine," she shrugs me off rudely. I give her, her space. She rubs her eyes and groans holding her head in her hand. "What happened? Why are you here? Where is Jason?"
I walk to the washroom and grab a glass of water and give it to her. "You got drunk last night, I'm here because you abruptly left without a word and with Jason of course. He's in another room with Tyler. How are you feeling?"
"Like shit," she groans.
"Well you have to freshen up or something and get ready… we need to go to the hospital right away."
"What why?" she says puzzled before realizing… "Oh shit, right."
I am ready in the matter of minutes so I observe her chug at least four glasses of water, get dressed, brush her hair and teeth and put some make up on. "We'll grab something quick at the breakfast." She doesn't say anything. We hop into the car and drive in silence to the hospital. We get seen by a doctor almost immediately and get a screening done. Storm and I hold hands as the ultra sound boots up. The doctor pours the gel on Storm's stomach and we look to the screen. The doctor looks at the screen but says nothing for a while.
"Well?" I finally blurt out.
She sighs and looks to us. "I'm sorry… you've lost your baby."