I'll Carry You Home Tonight
Chapter 5
The room began to spin as I slowly made my way outside cigarette and lighter in hand, I wasn’t sure whether to throw up or smoke.
I leant forward my stomach burning and my throat going dry I wretched and vomited, my eyes began to stream with hot tears as I stood up straight wiping the tears on the cuff of my jacket I was pretty sure my make up was smudged.
I pulled my cell phone out and scrolled through my contact list until I found the number I wanted, I pressed call and waited for the answer
“Amber?”
“Hey Jacky boy! Wanna come party with me?”
“Amber are you drunk?”
“A little and horny!”
“Where are you I’m coming to get you”
“At bondos”
Bondos was the only place I could get served probably cause I’ve slept with every barman that worked here, I had turned in to everything I despised, my mother, Jack had hung up the phone and I slipped down the wall cradling my head in my arms, before I knew it jack was pulling me up by my hands, I leant on him burying my face in his chest in shame and self loathing, He sighed playing with the ends of my hair
“come on you, lets get you somewhere safe”
He put me in the back of his car and I felt my stomach contracting again
“JACK!”
I cried out before a flurry yet more vomit fell on to the pavement in front of me, he sighed and helped me sit back up in the back of the car I flopped over laying on my side, I heard the doot close and then jack climbed in to the front, the dark streets shot past the window as Jack drove around taking me to lord knows where, I closed my eyes only to see a familiar face run through my mind, it was him again auburn hair and green eyes, it was then that it dawned on me that we hooked up again only earlier that night.
The car suddenly came to stop and I struggled to open my eyes, slowly jack came in to focus, he helped me out of the car only to fall straight back down to the pavement the cold kiss of the concrete on my face brought relief to my flushed body, I looked up trying to steady my self ready to stand, Jack held my hands in his and gently pulled me off of the floor.
I stood up trying to balance and looked around realizing I didn’t have a clue where I was
“Oh fuck! I’m lost!”
“no you’re not you’re at mine now come on lets get you inside”
He put his arm around my waist and supported me as we walked up the long path in to his porch, he pushed his key in to the large white wooden door, his life was worlds away from mine.
We walked in to the hallway and he directed me in to the kitchen, It was huge with black marble work tops and black slate flooring, the white walls where complimented by white tiling above the huge oven, chrome saucepans and utensils where all neatly hung up or put away in there rightful place, Jack strolled over to the large silver double door fridge and pulled out two cans of diet coke he handed me one and watched me drink it,
“Can I smoke in here?”
I asked suddenly craving a nicotine fix
“Not really c’mon we’ll go out on to the patio”
He grasped my hand and pulled me out to the back garden, the green grass was looked over by several flower beds all brightly coloured and full of life. I riffled through my small black handbag for my tobacco pouch and papers, jack gave me a sharp nudge and handed me a Marlboro
“where’d you get that?”
“From my dads stash don’t worry he wont mind”
I shrugged and held the cigarette between my lips as I lit it with my pink lighter, I was beginning to feel more sober now the fresh air helped between inhaling plumes of smoke I gulped down the fresh crisp air.
“Felling better?”
“A little”
“well hurry up and smoke that and then we can get you settled in to bed”
I began to wonder where I would be sleeping, but put the thought to the back of my mind and placed my trust in Jack knowing he wouldn’t take advantage.
He led me up the long cream carpeted stair case and along a hall way and in to his room, the laminate flooring was cold but the king size bed looked warm, there where posters adorning the blue walls and the floor lamp in the corner was the only light in the room as the black roller blinds where shut. Jack was rooting through a draw and threw out a pair of boxers to me closely followed by a shirt from his wardrobe, they smelled of him and it was comforting.
“Where should I change?”
“Oh! There’s an en suite through that door”
He pointed over to the white wooden door and nudged it open with his foot
“It locks so I wont peek don’t worry”
He laughed
I walked in to the small room that contained a small shower cubicle a sink and toilet as well as several cans of deodorant and bottles of aftershave, I glanced at my self in the mirror, I was a wreck with black tracks of mascara down my face and my hair sticking up at awkward angles, I flattened my hair down with my hands as best I could and used the back of my hands to wipe away any remnants of mascara before leaving the bathroom and entering back in to jacks room, he was already wrapped up in the duvet and looked totally different with out his glasses on almost older and more distinguished. I walked towards the foot of the bed and looked at him confused
“erm Jack? Where am I sleeping?”
He tapped the bed beside him my stomach tied in to knots and I wasn’t sure how to feel about sharing a bed with him. I slowly walked over to the bed and he pulled the duvet back, I slowly lowered my self down and rested my head on the plump pillow, Jack rolled over to face me and pulled me closer to his chest he kept his arms firmly around my shoulders and used his free hand to play with my matted hair.
For the first time in a long time, I felt Safe.
I leant forward my stomach burning and my throat going dry I wretched and vomited, my eyes began to stream with hot tears as I stood up straight wiping the tears on the cuff of my jacket I was pretty sure my make up was smudged.
I pulled my cell phone out and scrolled through my contact list until I found the number I wanted, I pressed call and waited for the answer
“Amber?”
“Hey Jacky boy! Wanna come party with me?”
“Amber are you drunk?”
“A little and horny!”
“Where are you I’m coming to get you”
“At bondos”
Bondos was the only place I could get served probably cause I’ve slept with every barman that worked here, I had turned in to everything I despised, my mother, Jack had hung up the phone and I slipped down the wall cradling my head in my arms, before I knew it jack was pulling me up by my hands, I leant on him burying my face in his chest in shame and self loathing, He sighed playing with the ends of my hair
“come on you, lets get you somewhere safe”
He put me in the back of his car and I felt my stomach contracting again
“JACK!”
I cried out before a flurry yet more vomit fell on to the pavement in front of me, he sighed and helped me sit back up in the back of the car I flopped over laying on my side, I heard the doot close and then jack climbed in to the front, the dark streets shot past the window as Jack drove around taking me to lord knows where, I closed my eyes only to see a familiar face run through my mind, it was him again auburn hair and green eyes, it was then that it dawned on me that we hooked up again only earlier that night.
The car suddenly came to stop and I struggled to open my eyes, slowly jack came in to focus, he helped me out of the car only to fall straight back down to the pavement the cold kiss of the concrete on my face brought relief to my flushed body, I looked up trying to steady my self ready to stand, Jack held my hands in his and gently pulled me off of the floor.
I stood up trying to balance and looked around realizing I didn’t have a clue where I was
“Oh fuck! I’m lost!”
“no you’re not you’re at mine now come on lets get you inside”
He put his arm around my waist and supported me as we walked up the long path in to his porch, he pushed his key in to the large white wooden door, his life was worlds away from mine.
We walked in to the hallway and he directed me in to the kitchen, It was huge with black marble work tops and black slate flooring, the white walls where complimented by white tiling above the huge oven, chrome saucepans and utensils where all neatly hung up or put away in there rightful place, Jack strolled over to the large silver double door fridge and pulled out two cans of diet coke he handed me one and watched me drink it,
“Can I smoke in here?”
I asked suddenly craving a nicotine fix
“Not really c’mon we’ll go out on to the patio”
He grasped my hand and pulled me out to the back garden, the green grass was looked over by several flower beds all brightly coloured and full of life. I riffled through my small black handbag for my tobacco pouch and papers, jack gave me a sharp nudge and handed me a Marlboro
“where’d you get that?”
“From my dads stash don’t worry he wont mind”
I shrugged and held the cigarette between my lips as I lit it with my pink lighter, I was beginning to feel more sober now the fresh air helped between inhaling plumes of smoke I gulped down the fresh crisp air.
“Felling better?”
“A little”
“well hurry up and smoke that and then we can get you settled in to bed”
I began to wonder where I would be sleeping, but put the thought to the back of my mind and placed my trust in Jack knowing he wouldn’t take advantage.
He led me up the long cream carpeted stair case and along a hall way and in to his room, the laminate flooring was cold but the king size bed looked warm, there where posters adorning the blue walls and the floor lamp in the corner was the only light in the room as the black roller blinds where shut. Jack was rooting through a draw and threw out a pair of boxers to me closely followed by a shirt from his wardrobe, they smelled of him and it was comforting.
“Where should I change?”
“Oh! There’s an en suite through that door”
He pointed over to the white wooden door and nudged it open with his foot
“It locks so I wont peek don’t worry”
He laughed
I walked in to the small room that contained a small shower cubicle a sink and toilet as well as several cans of deodorant and bottles of aftershave, I glanced at my self in the mirror, I was a wreck with black tracks of mascara down my face and my hair sticking up at awkward angles, I flattened my hair down with my hands as best I could and used the back of my hands to wipe away any remnants of mascara before leaving the bathroom and entering back in to jacks room, he was already wrapped up in the duvet and looked totally different with out his glasses on almost older and more distinguished. I walked towards the foot of the bed and looked at him confused
“erm Jack? Where am I sleeping?”
He tapped the bed beside him my stomach tied in to knots and I wasn’t sure how to feel about sharing a bed with him. I slowly walked over to the bed and he pulled the duvet back, I slowly lowered my self down and rested my head on the plump pillow, Jack rolled over to face me and pulled me closer to his chest he kept his arms firmly around my shoulders and used his free hand to play with my matted hair.
For the first time in a long time, I felt Safe.