I kind of toyed with the idea of going out too, once Kyle had left, but I figured staying put was less likely to get me in trouble or end in more tears.
It took me a while to notice that Kyle had left his phone behind, but once I'd found it, it didn't take me too long to read through the texts he'd been sending. Let's just say they're mostly about me, and none of them nice. Thanks, Kyle, I love you too.
I dropped the phone back down on the bed, feeling like I'd been punched in the guts, and pretty miserable. It took a lot to stay where I was and not go wandering around in the middle of the freeway. I just curled back up on the bed and hoped that I fell asleep before Kyle got back.
If he was coming back at all.
"Honey, I'm home!" he yells when he gets back, dragging me back from the edge of the sleep I'd been chasing for the best part of the last three hours. I do my best to ignore him, but he starts prodding me. I recoil, mostly from the stink of the alcohol on his breath, but he prods me again.
"Where's my hug?" he slurs when I look up at him. I just shrug, trying to get back to sleep as he grumbles. "Oi," he prods me again. I kind of grunt and roll over. "I'm talking to you, asshole," he slurs some more.
"I know. And I'm trying to sleep so I don't end up doing the same as earlier," I say a little snappishly.
"But that was such a smart idea." Yeah, I know. I roll my eyes and pull the comforter over my head. "Don't roll your eyes at me."
"Then don't roll in at some stupid hour, blind drunk and wake me up," I growl. I glance up at him from under the covers and watch as he rolls his eyes and goes off to pee. Noisily. Seriously, man, just shut up and go to sleep.
"Move over," he demands, and hoping to avoid an argument, I shuffle over to the edge of the bed. He still manages to slam his face into my stomach when he lets himself fall onto the bed. I grit my teeth and resist the urge to shove him off. I manage to make out "Thought I said move over," through the slurring and I almost snap at him again.
"I did. I'm on the fucking edge of the bed. Get off me, asshole."
"Jeez, calm down," he says, not moving. I roll onto my side, forcing his face off my belly, despite the fact that I feel like I'm about to fall out of the bed any second. He, on the other hand, makes himself comfy.
"Where's that hug?" he asks grumpily.
"Up your ass," I mutter under my breath, shifting away from him a little. Yeah. I fall out the bed. Fun.
"Where the fuck d'you think you're going?"
"The floor, apparently," I tell him, not moving from where I landed.
He shrugs, "Whatever. Another one of your brilliant ideas, right?"
"If that's what you wanna call it," I mutter, glad when he seems to be happy to leave me alone. Just as I'm getting back to sleep, I feel a finger jabbing my arm. I do my best to ignore it, but he keeps it up, announcing that he's horny when I flash him a slight glare that apparently goes completely unnoticed.
"Good for you, darling. You have hands. Use them."
"Thought that was what I had you for." Yeah... funny thing is, Kyle, I'm not a blow up doll. I grit my teeth again and say nothing. At least, I say nothing until he mutters ‘asshole'. I stand up, not entirely sure what I'm doing.
"No, you're s'posed to say 'fuck me'."
"Funny that, I don't seem to be in the mood. Christ, why the fuck did I think going out with you was a good idea. You've always been a dick, Kyle. I dunno why I thought you might change." The words are just kind of coming out, and there's not much I can do to stop them, apparently, as I pull on my shoes and a hoodie, "leave me the fuck alone." He sort of glares at me, and I glare right back, grabbing my wallet and slamming out of the motel room.
I follow my feet away from there and guess where they take me? Yeah, that's right. The middle of the fucking freeway.