A.N. Just wanted to take a quick minute to say thank you to EVERYONE for all of the love on twitter, reviews, faves, follows and readers. You are all AMAZING. I never expected this story to take off the way it has but I am glad it has, I'm proud of it and as long as you guys are behind it I'll keep it going—within reason. LOL. This is another medium sized one—tomorrow will be back to a long one.
Pokie.
Day 34-Lauren's POV
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. THUD. BUZZ. BUZZ.
My eyes slowly begin to open to the foreign sound—then I realize it's not as foreign as I would like it to be. Tired eyes shift up to the nightstand to find nothing other than a lamp and a cordless phone—God this was a nice place. Sighing I nuzzle against the fluffiness of the pillow and begin to piece together that the thud was more than likely my phone falling onto the floor—oh well.
Smiling to myself I roll onto back and look to my left to find it empty, my smile fading as the reality of my current situation dawns on me. Guess it was a dream, oh well nothing new. Sighing to myself, mind quickly being thrown into the harshness of consciousness I roll back onto my side and feel around on the floor until I find the buzzing little beast.
Alicia: Thanks so much for all the help today. (8:29 p.m.)
Alicia: When you get back into town please give me a call, I have this restaurant I think you would absolutely love. (8:29 p.m.)
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Bo: If you would possibly like to let me know when you get back from your little field trip I'd like to go home (9:15 p.m.)
Bo: It's not nice to ignore me Lauren. (9:27 p.m.)
Bo: Lauren I'm starving and I want to go home. (9:33 p.m.)
Bo: If you plan to stay here then let me know so I can leave you alone. (9:34 p.m.)
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Hale: What is this talk about you heading back already? (10:02 p.m.)
Hale: ? (10:07 p.m.)
Hale: What happened to the case? (10:14 p.m.)
Hale: Why is it I am getting an update from Alicia? (10:17 p.m.)
Hale: Lauren I am demanding an answer here. (10:18 p.m.)
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Dyson: Lauren as you know I would not contact you unless it was important so you know this must be important otherwise I would not be texting you but (10:34 p.m.)
Dyson: Sorry cut me off. But is Bo alright?(10:34 p.m.)
Dyson: I mean both of you of course. I am unable to get a hold of Bo as is Kenz, and Hale.(10:35p.m.)
Dyson: If you are in need of aid do not let our history be a problem just ask for help. Think of Bo's safety (10:45 p.m.)
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Bo: Hello? Did you suddenly forget how to work a phone? (11:00 p.m.)
Bo: Lauren. (11:02 p.m.)
Bo: This is rude. (11:04 p.m.)
Jesus Christ! What is wrong with these people? I know they tend to forget I am an actual person but this is ridiculous. I do need sleep after thirty-six hours of running around.
Me: Hale I don't know why you are finding things out from Alicia perhaps if you didn't text her when I don't answer your text in the five minute window you would like then you would find it out from myself rather than her. (11:14 p.m.)
Me: P.S. This is my last babysitting mission, I am done. Send Dyson to watch her if you are that concerned with what she may or may not do. I am done. (11:14 p.m.)
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Me: Bo is perfectly fine I assure you. I am not with her right now and if she is not answering you then I am pretty sure she is down at the bar finding herself a snack for the road.(11:14 p.m.)
Me P.S. Next time skip all of the fake pleasantries and you won't run out of space in your messages. We both know you are checking in on HER ONLY. (11:14 p.m.)
Me P.S.S. You still need your physical so please schedule it as soon as possible. (11:14 p.m.)
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Me: Thank you, sounds very nice but I am not interested. I am in love with the big, dense, succubus you have a tendency of insulting. Yes, I know I deserve better and whatever other platitudes you will, can and do come up with but it's a fact. Believe me I would much rather enjoy expensive dinners and science talk with you but sadly I'm a sucker for bad pizza and cheep beer with an inconsiderate succubi. (11:15 p.m.)
me: SORRY about that. I don't know what came over me. Point is still valid though. (11:46p.m.)
Tossing the phone down on the mattress I finally sit up running my hand through my hair. In honesty that was not a very rational thing to do and I know for a fact that will all most certainly come back to bite me in my ass which is unfortunate considering I have very little cushion as it is. Smirking at my own joke I can't help but shake my head at myself.
I don't know what it was that I was so angry about—well actually I knew every single, little reason I was angry about-no, no I am pissed about. Now if only anyone else had the decency and tact to pick up on them—or really just Bo.
Was I tired of Mrs. Perfect trying to impress me? Yes I was actually which in retrospect is a crazy thing to be upset about but I was. I didn't want Mrs. Perfect I wanted Mrs. Clueless over there in the next room. I didn't want a constant reminder that people could actually pick up on the little things and make efforts. I didn't want a constant reminder that people could actually be sexual and seductive without wanting it to move into something every time. I didn't want a constant reminder that the relationship I had with Bo was dysfunctional and slowly circling the drain.
Was I tired of Dyson in general? Oh God yes. I actually liked the name once long ago—now if I never heard it again I die happy. I would enslave myself to the Fae all over again if I could just go a single day without having to hear about him or from him. Honestly who did he think he was texting me to see how Bo was? Though he was probably trying to see if we were having sex since we both weren't answering. Damn I should have not text anyone and let him think that. Let him go through what I go through nearly every day. Let him sit there and brood for hours wondering what she is doing.
Was I tired of Hale? Absolutely. I liked Hale, and we had a sort of friendship—it was a thin friendship but one none the less—until he got this position and now I just want to hit him every time I see him. I'm tired of seeing him dance around Kenzi—JUST TELL HER ALREADY. Tired of him trying to toss the whole Fae politics on it's head in a matter of a month. Tired of his constant texing and flipping out as if he was a high-school girl. I am human not stupid I understand orders, in case you haven't noticed I am amazing at following them.
Was I tired of traveling every where and any where on apparently fake do-good missions? More than you would believe. I was tried of the travel conditions. I was tired of roller-coaster of sleeping conditions. I was tired of the weather changes that was causing havoc on my immune system. I was tired of being too late to save people. I was tired of losing people—eighteen already, seven of which were children. I was tired of having to inform families about their loved ones. I was tired of doing something that wasn't in my job description. I was tired of having to lie to everyone I saw—including Bo.
Was I tired in general? Yes, I had three hours of sleep after being awake for thirty-six hours. My entire sleep schedule was completely screwy. Since this all began I haven't slept more than four hours a night which wouldn't be so bad if I didn't go for days were I didn't sleep at all. I was tired of not showering every day. I was tired of being covered in dirt and Fae bodily fluids. I was tired of not being in my own bed in my own apartment. I was tired of my life in general. I wanted out. And honestly I didn't just want out from the Fae I just wanted out from everything, if I knew a way to hibernate myself for a couple years and wake up in 2025 I would completely be on board for that.
I was tired of looking in the mirror and not recognizing myself.
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.
Unable to ignore the constant buzzing I had tried so hard to tune out I reach around in the covers until I find the little demonic device.
Bo: I am hungry Lauren. (11:45 p.m.)
Bo: I want to go home. (11:48 p.m.)
Bo: You want to stay with her that is fine just let me know so I am not worrying about you. (11:52 p.m.)
Bo: Dammit Lauren. (11:55 p.m.)
But most of all I was tired of Bo. I was tired of everything about her. I was tired of how she thinks I am telepathic and I know exactly what she is thinking exactly when she is thinking it. I am tired of how she tries to play the victim in every single situation that arises. I am tired of how she tries to charm her way out of trouble—I'm sorry, how she tries to sex her way out of trouble. I am tired of how she pretends she doesn't know she is doing wrong. I am tired of how she throws passive aggressive temper tantrums that are actually not passive aggressive. I'm tired of how she manages to always get out of trouble with me. I'm tired of how she doesn't see how much she hurts me—how much I want her.
I'm tired of how much I love everything about her.
BUZZ.
Most of all at this moment I am tired of how she won't stop texting me angrily when she can simply walk five steps to my door and throw her fit in person.
BUZZ.
I'm tired of ALL the games she plays. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tried of being angry at her. I'm tired of being angry in general. I'm tired of being lonely. I am tired of-
BUZZ.
THAT. I AM TIRED OF THAT SOUND.
Bo: That's it Lauren I am going to leave you here. (11:48 p.m.)
Bo: You are acting like a child by not answering me. (11:49 p.m.)
Bo: You are being inconsiderate and mean and rude. You ARE RuDE AND MeAn. (11:51 p.m.)
Bo: I meant ALL CAPS on that last text. (11:51 p.m.)
Tossing the phone down I start to clench my jaw and grab the rubber-band like head-band that I've been using as a hair tie and pull my hair back loosely, the feel of it on my neck irritating me beyond reason. Who honestly turned the heat up in here it is about a hundred and thirty degrees in this room. I am in a very non-Doctor Lewis appropriate shorts and tee-shirt which shows a lot more than it covers and I am still burning alive.
Bo: I am done. I am going to take a flight back home I am not sitting in the car with you and your attitude over nothing for another eight hours. (11:53 p.m.)
Bo: BTW KENZI agrees you are being unreasonable and mean for NO REASON. (11:55 p.m.)
Bo: You know something I am mad at you. I'm done trying to figure out what I SUPPOSEDLY did. NOW I AM MAD AT YOU (11:56 p.m.)
Supposedly? Supposedly? Did she really just say supposedly? Breathe Lauren, breathe. How is this supposedly? How can she not understand why I am mad? How? HOW? At this point how can she not understand? Taking a deep breath and then another and then another trying to calm myself as I feel my temper rising to new levels.
Bo had never seen me upset, well never seen me angry and I don't want tonight to be the first time. All of my anger isn't at her after all-most of it is.
BUZZ.
Bo: You can't even take a second out of your precious time to answer. Just a one word text? Do I really mean that little to you? (11:57 p.m.)
Breathe, Lauren just deep breaths and count to ten—or possibly thirty. How can she be this clueless? I used to find it cute—not so much any more. She has actually pushed me to my breaking point. I never thought SHE could but she has.
I swear to God or Mother Nature or Whatever the hell is up there or around here-if she sends me one more text I will go over there and let her have a piece of my mind. I will let her have it once and for all. Screw this unspoken deal we have going on that is obviously not working, apparently she needs to be beaten over the head with the fact.
How hard is it to understand that I LOVE YOU. HOW HARD?
BUZZ.