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Well, this wasn't how I planned to spend my day off.
When I found her, she just looked so…I can't even describe it…Sad? Depressed? ...Broken?
Still, I'm not sure if it was a good thing or not that I seriously needed a piss and the men's toilets were blocked, so I shamelessly used the ladies and well…it went from there I guess. She clearly has issues. Well, 'issues' might not be the right word…'Problems' may fit better. She wasn't sure whether she could trust me or not which doesn't surprise me, I mean…who sits in a bathroom with no pants on? It didn't take a genius to figure it out but I wasn't exactly going to just come out and say it.
I managed to get her to borrow some of my clothes and take a shower. God knows how long she was sat there but she definitely smelt like a bathroom. I remember carrying her back last night; she was out cold so I didn't have much choice but to bring her back to my hotel. She came around a little when I tried to juggle her into the car, she said, and I quote… 'Don't…Please don't let them get me again.' Still with here eyes half closed. I swear if there was ever a sentence to make your spine shiver it was that right there, how do you react to something like that? Luckily she fell asleep right after so I didn't have to dwell on it so much, I just focused on getting her somewhere safe. Hell, I don't even know her name.
I heard the bathroom door click and guessed she'd finished her shower. She came out decked in a pair of my shorts that looks like regular,full length pants on her and a plain black t-shirt with some random band logo on that could've have easily been a dress on her tiny frame. She sent me an awkward smile and I could see she didn't really know what to do with herself; I patted the seat next to me on the bed. She went wide eyed for a split second before sitting on the chair opposite. Okay then…
"So…Not being funny but I've never been in this situation before, but I guess I should know your name?" I said, trying to ease the awkwardness.
"Zoe."
"Where are you from?" she looked me in the eye, shocked, not knowing if she could trust me.
"London, came here for the show."
"OK…" I said, not fully understanding, we did a show in London last week, why didn't she just go to that instead of going miles to Cardiff?
"How old are you?"
"17. "
"So…Zoe, from London…You're 17 and you came all the way to Cardiff on your own?" I asked, cogs turning in my brain trying to figure her out.
"I ran away. Don't act like you never did." She said like she was defending herself. I chuckled lightly.
"I guess you would know, right? Fans know everything nowadays…" I said laughing to myself. well, this isn't as awkward as I thought it would be.
"Huh? What do you mean? Holy shit! You're? You're actually the…shit, shit, shit, why did you have to find me? Why didn't I recognise you? Fucking fuck!" She stood now, pacing with her hands raking through her hair…what did I do?
"I'm sorry…what did I actually do? Why are you freaking out?" I asked, standing up to face her and stop her pacing, she just stared at me wide eyed…like I should already know what I apparently did.
"YOU'RE CM FREAKING PUNK! You found me! You helped me! You saved me! Lord you saw me after."She looked like a dear caught in the headlights, big eyes and opened mouthed…was I not meant to find her? What actually happened before I found her?
"What? What happened before I got there?" I asked, trying to sound sincere. No woman, let alone a young girl should have to deal with the kind of stuff I assume happened in that damn bathroom.
"Nothing… Look I should go. Thanks for everything, I'll send you your clothes back sometime" she went to grab her original shirt before deciding to just leave it there. She turned, walked out the door, slamming it for good measure. I stood there for a second before thinking, 'what the fuck am I doing?'
I ran out the door after her, just as the elevator doors opened in the hotel.
"Zoe…Wait" I stopped two steps from my door, scared if I got too close to her she'd run away like a timid animal. My hand out stretched, as if I was reaching out to her, trying to 'save her' like she said before. I don't know why I care about a 17 year old runaway that got attacked in a bathroom, but a little bit of me died when she walked out my door. She resurrected that when she stepped back from the elevator. She looked like she was coaxing herself to take every step, closer and closer until she was right in front of me. I smiled genuinely as she walked back into the room. Now, we had to have a very important conversation.