Chapter Nine
MARCO
The Next Morning
Holy shit, my head is pounding. The light is seeping through the windows making me feel like my brain is going to explode.
I reach into my drawer and feel around for a baggie.
When my fingers touch it, I snatch it, open it, and pour the white powder right onto my nightstand.
Grabbing the razor I keep in there, I push it into a straight line then bring my nose down to the wood, inhaling deeply.
The coke enters my nostrils and almost seconds later, I feel numb again.
I close the baggie and throw it back into the drawer before shutting it. Lying back against my pillow, my arm comes up over my face to block out the sunlight.
“Marco? Are you awake?” Janell’s annoying fucking voice booms through the door.
“Can you shut the fuck up, please?” I yell back. She opens the door and comes inside.
“I just wanted to check on you. Your friend made everyone leave last night. Fucking goodie-goodie. I can’t believe Gina is wasting her time with him.
Like being with him will suddenly change her circumstances.
You can take the girl out of the trailer park but you can’t take the trailer park out of the girl.
Ugh.” I’m trying to process everything she’s saying, but I have no clue what the fuck she’s talking about.
“What?” I rub my eyes then grab a baggie of pills from the drawer, popping two into my mouth, swallowing them dry.
Janell comes over and sits on the bed next to me. “Are you naked?”
I look down and see the sheets pulled from her sitting onto the bed and sure as shit I’m naked. I slowly sit up and try to think…
“Did we….” I ask slowly.
“Excuse me?” She stands, arms crossed. I sit up and look around the room. My clothes are thrown all over the floor, and on my nightstand, there’s a condom wrapper. I swipe it up and see it’s unused.
“I’m just asking. I don’t know why I’m naked. You said my friend was here last night?”
“Tristan and some other girl showed up with Gina and broke up the party…sent everyone home.”
I try to remember last night, but it’s just a blur…I remember people coming over, everyone hanging out…but nothing stands out.
“Whose is this?” She throws a grey hoodie at me.
“I don’t know, Janell.” I just need her to close her mouth and go away. Grabbing the sheets, I pull them back over my body and roll over away from her, hoping she’ll get the message.
A few seconds later the door slams shut. Guess she got the message.