Part 4 – Guy & Niel
“Taylor…you in there?” came a soft, concerned voice from outside the bathroom door.
I looked up from where I sat in an emotionally-wrecked heap on the floor. I don’t know how long I’d been in the bathroom; or how long ago I had even stopped crying. I recognized the voice instantly though as the young porter boy named Jake. He knocked lightly on the door again. “Dude, I saw you go in there like two hours ago. I’ll open the door myself if you don’t open it.”
Darren
So there he was. All the six feet; jaw dropping; drool inducing; perfectly toned; icy blue-eyed; adonis looking essence of him. I watched him grab a bag of Skittles from somewhere above the door-his luggage most likely-and stare at me. His eyes were the most amazing color of blue I had ever seen. From somewhere in the vacuum that suddenly existed between my ears and my brain, I heard the sound waves of a voice. Echoed words telling or asking me something. My name. He was asking for my name and telling me his. I had to focus. He waved his hand and my brain regained consciousness.
The Porter Boy
Chaos. Pure, utter chaos. Apparently it’s a universal constant. A force that drives the stars, planets; the very matter of existence. Well, one thing is certain. It was the force driving my positive and peaceful mood right out the metaphorical window. I clenched my teeth and kept my fist balled so tightly as I squeezed and pushed and stumbled through the enclave of talking, screaming, laughing, crying, brainless, senseless hordes of mingling people crowding the platform and the train!
Leaving Home
It was happening again. A night repeating itself over again. A night that was so real yet still beyond reality. A warm, tepid night in some late summer. I wake up from the uneasy sleep I had fallen into in my own bed and find myself tangled in bleached white sheets. The humid darkness engulfing my surroundings is broken for a few brief and heart stopping seconds by a buzzing red light. It appears again and again every few moments. I’m in a hotel room, I realize… And I’m not alone.
