1.2 Dirty Laundry pt 1
Author’s note: I didn’t initially want this chapter broken into two parts, but it was much to long to fit in one chapter. This chapter is a day later than I said it would be. I apologize. I was lazy yesterday. Hope you enjoy it anyways. 🙂
This chapter is Rated R. Adult Situations, and language. Read at your own risk.
“Ugh I feel like hammered shit.” Zoe sat up from the couch, and opened her eyes slowly, squinting at me painfully. It was horrible, but I had to laugh. She looked like a hot mess with her eye makeup smeared across her cheeks making her resemble a raccoon with bad hair. I took a tissue from the box on the coffee table and handed it to her wordlessly.
“So how did your meeting with the Investigator go?” Zoe yawned, looking totally disinterested in my answer, but it was nice she was making an effort to care about my personal life.
“Expensive.” I said, pressing my lips together in a thin line. “And there is no guarantee she’s even in the area anymore. This whole thing could be a huge waste of time, and money.” She could have died a long time ago, I thought, keeping that thought to myself, even though it was a huge probability that my mother could have died from a dug overdose.
I shook my head as if to rid my mind of all my depressing thoughts. I changed the subject quickly announcing, “I don’t even want to think about it anymore. You are right. I am boring. We should go out.”
Zoe cracked open an eye and stared at me incredulously. “Well holy shit.” She leaned forward with a grin, all traces of her hangover seemed to disappear in a quick instant. “For real?”
“It’s time I start acting like a 19-year-old, and get a life of my own.” I stood up, Zoe looking me up and down a slight frown on her face. “What?” I asked wondering if I had suddenly grown another head, or had toilet paper hanging from my shoe. I scanned myself nervously, looking for any flaw that would warrant me such a look of disgust.
“If we are going to go out, then you need something new to wear. No offense Madeline, but you look like a librarian…A boring one, not one of those sexy cute ones they use in porn. No red-blooded male is going to give you a second glance.” She yawned as if to demonstrate her point. I gritted my teeth.
I looked down at my blue sweater and flowered dress, and crossed my arms across my chest. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing. This is one of my favorite dresses.” I said feeling surprisingly insulted. “Besides, I’m not exactly rolling in cash at the moment, and shouldn’t be blowing my money on clothes.” Like you do, I added silently. “Besides. I wasn’t planning on wearing this dress anyways. And if I’m just going to embarrass you then forget about it.” Dammit, I thought, feeling my nose start to tingle, which ment I was going to start crying at any given moment. You are an emotional wreck, I thought turning away, feeling my face crumple.
I whirled on my feet without another word to Zoe, not wanting her to see the tears that fell from my eyes. I made it to my room and flung myself onto my bed, crying into my pillow like a damn child. Pathetic, I thought. I rolled over onto my back staring at the ceiling, hyper aware of how sensitive I had been lately. Although I liked Zoe, some of the things she did could be extremely rude and off-putting. I don’t think she even was aware of how she came across sometimes, but she could be rude, and a lot of the things she said hurt, even if they were partly true, I had to admit.
There was a slight knock on my bedroom door minutes later. As usual, Zoe didn’t knock and let herself in. I sat up, rubbing the tears from my eyes, but it was too late, she had already seen my teary display of emotion.
“Come to insult me some more?” I asked, spitting out the words like venom. “Maybe you want to insult my hair next? Maybe my choice in movies? The fact that I’m 19 years old and don’t have my driver’s license yet?” I threw up my arms. “I’m an easy target, so get if off your chest now.”
I turned to look out the window trying not to cry.
The bed dipped down as Zoe sat down beside me. I turned to glare at her wishing she would just go away. I wasn’t aware I had passed out invites to my pity party.
“Madeline, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I know I can be a little brash sometimes–”
“You think?” I barked out, interrupting her, narrowing my eyes and meeting hers directly. Zoe at least had the good grace to look ashamed.
“Alright, I suppose that was fair. But my heart is in the right place. I want you to come out and have some fun, maybe meet a guy. I’ve never met anyone who needs to get laid as much as you do.” Zoe shook her head. This is supposed to make me feel better? I thought feeling hurt all over again. Thank god she doesn’t know I’m a virgin, or I’d never hear the end of it.
Zoe grabbed my hands in hers, and ran her hands through my hair gently. “There I go again. What can I say? I’m adorably tactless.” She attempted at apologizing. I wouldn’t say adorably, I thought moodily.
“Oh Maddy. I hate you being mad at me.” She pouted. “Please let me take you out. I’ll do your hair and makeup you’ll feel so much better.”
I looked into Zoe’s big grey eyes, that were limpid and begging for forgiveness. She looked like a dog who had just chewed up a pair of new shoes, and knew he was in trouble. Total puppy dog eyes. I was a sucker for puppy dog eyes. “Oh fine. I forgive you. I’ll go out with you.” I just hope I don’t end up regretting it, I thought silently.
Two hours later I stood before Zoe nervously, tottering on a pair of her sky-high heals. “I don’t know about these shoes.” I chewed my lower lip nervously. “I’m going to end up breaking my ankle.”
“You look hot. Those shoes make your legs go on for miles. Any guy is going to want those legs wrapped around his face.” Zoe winked at me, causing me to blush down to the very roots of my hair.
“Zoe!” I scolded her, once again shocked by how crude she could be.
“Oh Madeline. You act like were going to the nunnery, and not a dance club. Quit being such a prude and let go a little. You might like it.” She winked at me again. I doubt that.
Zoe sighed and looked me up and down. “I’m so proud of how you look tonight, girl. We are going to have a blast. And if you go home alone tonight, then I’ve failed at my job.” She rested a hand across her chest, and gazed at me like a mother would during their child’s graduation ceremony.
Minutes later we climbed into the backseat of a cab and headed toward town.
The sun was just beginning to set, and as the cab sped through the seats I could feel my heart pounding. The club scene had never been my thing. All through high school, I had been the good girl, with the good grades who dreamed of one day being a writer. When other kids my age were going to school dances, I was at home with my nose stuck in a book, finding comfort within its pages. I was worried I would stick out like a sore thumb at the club. I was starting to have serious doubts about tonight…
The music was pounding so loud, that even through the front entrance doors I could hear the bass from the sidewalk. Zoe leaned close, her excitement evident all over her face. This is what Zoe lived for, the loud music and excitement.
“Just stay with me Zoe. The doorman knows me, we wont even have to wait in line.” Sure enough, the door man waved us past the crowd of club goers waiting to go inside. We entered while they grumbled and bitched, the females shooting us evil looks, while the men looked us up and down like we were pieces of meat dangling before a starving man.
“It’s great to be hot.” Zoe practically screamed at me once we got inside. She pushed up her breasts and nudged me. “Sure beats waiting in line huh?”
I turned back to look back at the line, getting longer by the minute, feeling an odd mix of guilt and pride for getting to skip to the front. “I guess so.” I screamed back at Zoe above the noise of the room.
“Lets go get a drink.” Zoe grabbed my arm, not bothering to hear my reply and tugged me over to the bar. “We shouldn’t even have to buy our own drinks tonight. I swear being hot is a great money saver.” Zoe tossed her pony tail off her shoulders and gave the bar tender one of her sexiest looks. I watched curiously as she licked her lips, and looked down at the glossy bar top, then back up again to meet his eye.
“First drinks are on the house.” The bar tender winked at us. “What will it be gorgeous?”
Zoe nudged me in the ribs, and hissed, “he’s talking to you dumbass. Madeline, get your head out of your ass.”
Gorgeous. I blushed again, hating the way my face felt while I blushed. I didn’t feel gorgeous, I felt like an alien creature in someone else’s clothes and shoes, trying too look like I belonged. But, it was a compliment, and it would be rude not to accept it. I smiled at the bar tender.
“I uh. Will have whatever she’s having.” I said lamely, not sure what to order.
The bar tender turned to Zoe, and gave her a questioning look. “Two sex on the beach.” She licked her lips. “Heavy on the sex…” She winked at the bar tender again, leaning forward to rest her ample breasts on the bar counter. She was shameless, and even I was amused.
The bar tender slid the drink across the counter, true to his word not charging us a cent. I looked at the yellow concoction like it was going to bite me in the ass. I drank once before at a high school party, not enough to get drunk mind you, but I still got caught, and ever since then the thought of drinking had left a sour taste in my mouth, especially finding out my mom was a heavy drinker, drug user, and prostitute.
“Cheers.” I said tossing my hair over my shoulders enjoying the way it felt tumbling down my back. I tossed the liquid back enjoying the way it burned down my throat. I licked my lips. It was good.
Three drinks later and I was feeling a little buzzed. A warm, fuzzy feeling seemed to spread out from my stomach enveloping me in a bubble of drunken happiness. Zoe was right. I did need this. We danced together, my movement boneless and erotic. I was aware of the stares we were getting from the men in the club, and the looks of envy from their girlfriends. I enjoyed it.
“I call dibs on the guy in the white T-shirt.” Zoe giggled leaning in close so I could hear her over the pounding speakers.” I looked over to find him staring at us, even while he had the attention of a pretty red-head in a gold dress. The red-head saw us staring and fixed us both with a gaze that should have turned us to stone.
“But I think he already has a girlfriend.” I told Zoe, holding onto her arm for support, the drinks giving me a case of the wobbles, or maybe it was the shoes…
“So?” Zoe laughed. “I’m much hotter than she is. How much you wanna bet he leaves with me at the end of the night?”
Zoe stared at him like a cheetah going in for her prey, and sauntered over to him touching his arm and drawing her toward him, her breasts grazing his arm.
“Want to dance?” She didn’t await his answer, instead choosing to grind her lithe body against his, while the red head’s face turned red. She looked like a rocket about to go off at any second.
“Excuse me?” The red-head stepped forward with a glare of her blue eyes. “We were dancing. Back off skank.”
Zoe stepped forward within an inch of the red-head’s face. “I dare you to call me a skank again, bitch.” She narrowed her eyes, in a silent dare.
“Whatever, you can have him.” The red-head gave a snort of disgust and backed off, and Zoe claimed her prize, leaning forward pressing her lips against White T-shirts lips. He didn’t pull away.
Despite of myself I was impressed. Zoe definitely had a huge set of balls on her…
Much to Zoe’s delight, Mr. White T-shirt, whose name turned out being Tanner, of course had a friend. I wasn’t fond of being set up, and despite the amount of drinks in my system, I still found it hard to over come my shyness. Zoe directed us to one of the VIP rooms, and I sat as far away from him as I possibly could, instead choosing to stare at the fish tank built into the wall like it was the most fascinating thing on earth.
Zoe, ever the center of attention launched into a story, that had both the guys laughing. Finally Tanner turned toward me, fixing me with a lop-sided smile, that probably made most woman wet their panties.
“So what’s your story cutie?” He asked, leaning forward fixing me with that smile.
I blushed. “I don’t have one.” I looked down at my lap, looking at my finger nails, wishing I would have repainted them as they were looking a little chipped. “I’m boring.” I finally said, and laughed lightly. Zoe glared at me, I was stealing her thunder. I felt myself whither a little bit. There was nothing Zoe liked more than attention, and she had to have it focused on her at all times.
“Oh I doubt that.” Tanner said scooting a little closer toward me on the love seat.
That caused me to receive another dirty glare from Zoe. Her eyes met mine and narrowed as if issuing me a challenge. I don’t want him Zoe, I thought, feeling my heart start to pound. He’s all yours. I opened my mouth to tell her that when Zoe grabbed Tanner by the arm and leaned forward with hate in her eyes.
“She’s right.” She laughed cruelly. “She is boring. I practically had to beg her to come out tonight. She spends most of her days inside typing on her stupid lap top, thinking she’s going to be a famous author one day, and when she’s not doing that, she’s mooning over her drug addict prostitute of a mommy.” She pouted and looked at me triumphantly, as if daring me to say something back.
My eyes widened and I suddenly felt sober as a judge. How on earth could Zoe just throw out my private dirty laundry for all to see, without so much as a care in the world, I thought feeling my eyes well up with tears. I gritted my teeth. I told her that stuff in the most strict of confidence. I stung at her betrayal, like tiny shards of ice had shredded my heart.
Tanner leaned back into Zoe’s embrace, and Zoe met my eyes boldly as issuing a challenge that said, I always get what I want, no matter who I hurt. I felt a tear slide down my face. Clearly, Zoe did always get what she wanted, even at the cost of hurting a friend.
I stood up feeling wobbly, the room suddenly titled. I smiled at Tanner and his friend, who I didn’t get his name, politely. “It was nice to meet you guys.” I said stiffly, wanting to get out of the VIP lounge before I could cry and embarrass myself further.
The sounds of Zoe’s laughter as I walked away sounded like the final nails in the coffin of our friendship.
I made a quick beeline for the bar knowing deep down I should call a taxi instead. But all I wanted was to feel the happy numbness enter my body once again. I didn’t want to think about my problems anymore. I wanted to forget Zoe and Tanner, my prostitute of a mother, and all my other problems, that seemed to be growing bigger by the minute. Truly the world around me was full of shit, and I just wanted to forget all of it, at least for the night. I hailed the bar tender. “Keep em’ coming.” I pointed down at the bar counter top.
I slammed them down one after another until I no longer could feel much of anything but blessed numbness…
“Shit.” I mumbled holding onto the wall as I fumbled my way down the dark hall several drinks later, the red flashing lights in the club making me feel dizzy. “Where is the damn bathroom.” I squinted at the sign, not sure if the sign read male or female, the words were so blurry that I just didn’t care. I opened the door, and promptly fell, reaching out my arm to grab onto the slick tile. I looked up to find Tanner and Zoe against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her tights pulled down so her bare ass rested against the gun-metal grey tile. By the sounds of their grunts it was clear they were having sex.
Way to keep it classy, Zoe. I thought leaning against the wall to pull myself up. The minute I stood, my hand on the door knob to leave the bathroom, a wave of nausea welled up from the pit of my stomach. I clasped a hand over my mouth and raced for the bathroom stall…
I barely made it in time before I vomited into the toilet, over and over again. I rested my throbbing head on the cool toilet seat wishing the floor would just open me up and swallow me whole.
“I’m going to cum.” I heard Zoe whisper urgently, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh caused another round of vomiting. I heard Tanner grunt once as he climaxed and then the sound of a zipper going up a minute later. Zoe was laughing. “Someone doesn’t know how to handle their alcohol.” She said spitefully. A second later the door swung shut, and I thankfully was alone to wallow in my own misery.
I rested my head back down against the cool toilet seat, aware of how disgusting it was.
I knew going out with Zoe was a mistake, just a long list of mistakes I’ve made recently. I should have never have left home. A tear made its way down my cheek, I watched it drop into the toilet water. A minute later I passed out.