Natalie Brooks - Drunken

I wanted to know so much what was going on inside Ash's head. He seemed to be hiding something from me, just as I had been from him but he'd been able to break through my barriers and find the truth. I'm not sure if I could return the favor if that's what it is that I'm trying to do.

I felt slightly confused, sitting next to Ash on the bus. He felt so tense beside me, rigid. Something must have happened during the time before we'd gotten on the bus and when he'd came and sat down next to me. Or maybe, he was just trying to avoid my questions. It could be either but I didn't know. I won't have a chance to know.

When the bus lurched to a stop, I stood up abruptly, moving past Ash before he could get up himself and give me the room to pass by. I was off the bus before he could catch up with me, moving towards the lobby of the hotel. It was when I waited for the receptionist to give me my room key did I hear him next to me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I muttered, feeling frustrated as I snatched my room key from the receptionist's hand and pushed past Ash who stood behind me, holding the same confused expression I had before.

He didn't follow me like I'd thought he would. Instead, when I looked back over my shoulder, I saw another woman talking with him. She was our escort on the trip and she seemed to be leaning slightly forward against Ash whose face I couldn't see. Shrugging to myself, I moved towards the elevator, not really caring.

I just needed a break from today.

*

I hadn't heard from him. But why did that thought make me feel so uncomfortable? I was on the edge, as I waited for a knock on my room door and hoping it would be from Ash. But no one did. I don't even know why it troubled me so much. Did this mean I wanted to be with him? I shook my head at the thought. Maybe I was just missing his presence. He's the first person I'd been completely open with since I left...yeah, that could be the reason.

Sighing, I slid off my bed and moved towards the table, taking a sip out of the water. It's two a.m in the morning. And I felt quite bored. Sighing once more, I looked through the hotel brochure on my table. Most of the restaurants here were closed by now. The only place open would be the bar downstairs...the bar! Jumping to my feet, I changed out of my night clothes and into a tank and black skirt that hung to my knees, enough to keep the bruises covered.

I needed a drink. Grabbing my keys, I moved out the room and downstairs. Before long, I was at the bar and drinking too much for the time. Things started going dizzy, as if someone had picked up and tossed the room to spin endlessly. I don't know when it was that I left conciousness but I did.

The next morning, I woke up with a light headache and noticed I was in my room. Sitting on a chair was Ash. He was looking outside the window near my bedside, obviously having not realised I was awake. Groaning, I sat up and his face turned to meet mine.

"What were you thinking?" He asked, coming close beside me to help me up as I rubbed my eyes with my hand.

"I have issues, okay?" I mumbled and I saw him roll his eyes at me.

"Good excuse."

It took me a while to completely take control of myself. But when I did, the first thing I asked was, "What were you doing in Room 3?"

Ash looked completely taken aback by the question, his eyes widening in surprise. "What?"

"I saw you come out of it. It's the only thing I remember most clearly from earlier on. You were in Room 3...weren't you?"

I waited for him to answer and by the look on his face, I knew that my judgement wasn't wrong.

The End

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