So its time again for me to post an other chapter. It is short,I am sorry when I was splitting up the chapters they became uneven. Thanks To my Beta tj6james6  who is always an encouragement. Oh and she puts up with my grammatical errors. ❤ Now without more ramblings, from an over tired  Hotel night clerk. I promise things will come together. Enjoy!

 

Chapter Four–Headaches, Nightmares, and Hangovers.

 

After stopping so Mickey could throw up and we could get enough aspirin and water to drown a herd of horses we got home at about two in the morning.  I hopped right into the shower while Tina  took to bathing Mickey so he didn’t to go to bed with puke all over himself. Once I was dressed I made my way to where Tina was dressing Mick, I couldn’t hold back a yawn.

“Hey T.,  go shower I’ll put him to bed. K?”  She smiled with relief and left the room.

 

Picking the well built and even more drunk wrestling type man of the floor I half dragged the poor guy to bed and covered him up. I returned to my room and stretched out on my bed. It wasn’t long until the darkness of slumber took me away.

 

The forest path was thickly laden with trees. The full moon was high in the sky and howling wolves were chasing someone. That someone looked an awful lot like me

 

She was in a long flowing white gown and her hair was a mess of curls. What made it even more strange was the crescent moon on her right shoulder. I watched as she ran and ran, there were snarling wolves behind her. I followed behind them, wanting to see what was going to happen next.

 

She was trapped against some rocks, there was no way for her to escape. At first, the words she started to mumble were slow and soft. As they got louder I understood it was a spell of some kind. My latin is very rusty but from what I could gather, she was calling the moon, the maiden, to come to her to protect her daughter. Then she started to glow! The glow was a soft purple and it was coming from her hands! As she raised them the wolves ran off. But just as I thought it was over. A figure came into view.

 

“Witch, you will die for your treasonous ways.”

 

She spat at him, “Since when is love  treason? You really should have known that I would only marry for love.”

 

The dark, obviously obese villain snarled, “Love? Ha! Your mind is full of such childish notions. When a woman marries she belongs to her husband. Before she marries her oldest male kin owns her. I command that you marry Lord Byron.”

 

My head turned from the repulsively old fashioned idiot when a half amused snicker drew my attention to the woman in white, “How dare you think that you can tame that which is meant to be wild and free.Your Lord Byron would not find what he wants from me for my maidens head is gone.You own nothing.”

 

Enraged the man lunged at her. “Foolish wench! What if you are with child?” She sidestepped him but not fast enough to escape the blade of his dagger entering close to her rib cage. Coughing she slid to the  ground. All I could hear was a scream; It was coming from me.

 

I jolted upright in bed, bright morning sunlight illuminated my bedroom. What  was that? Who was she? I really needed to not drink on an empty stomach. Sliding my warm fuzzy purple slippers on my feet I went to go get coffee and check on Mickey.

 

Voices to my right were barely audible whispers. Entering the bright yellow room we call the kitchen, there sitting on a stool was a very hung over Mickey and Tina was at the stove making what I thought was eggs. She was the brave one in our group. Mickey nursed a glass of orange juice and popped two aspirin.

 

“You look like death warmed over, maybe you shouldn’t drink so much?”

 

He nodded, grimacing with the pain of the movement, “Not so loud sweets,” he whispered as he held his head, “My head feels like a drummer’s been playing on it all night.” I smiled as Tina turned with a plate in her hand.

 

“Serves you right, you two better eat, you have work today. And I doubt Jake will be happy if you call out again Mickey,” Tina said, sounding like she was chastising a recalcitrant toddler.

 

That comment brought the chuckle I had tried to keep in, out. Mickey turned a little red but he did not find it amusing. “Nah, I be fine. He hasn’t  fired me yet,” he whispered as he looked at his eggs and turned slightly green.

 

Tina joined me in giggling. As I pointed out the facts we all knew, “That is because he wants you. I’m surprised you haven’t taken him up on his offer yet Mick. Lost your game?” I knew I was asking for a crude comment but I was saved by his moment of rebuttal.

 

“He is my boss! You don’t play where you work.”

 

I spared a look at Tina, just knowing she had a comment. And she didn’t disappoint, “Like that has ever stopped you before. Mark, the owner of that Italian restaurant down the block. Or that one. What was his name? He worked for Marina?”  I remembered that one, it was a hot mess. Who knew Carlos was a player?

 

“His name was Carlos. And there was Antoine, the one from that outlet store,” I added with a giggle.  

 

A wave of irritation and indignation came from Mickey, “Alright! I’ve made mistakes. What about you Tina? How many boys have you gone through? Which flavor of the month did you not fuck?” Closing my eyes I felt something else from Mickey. He was not angry at our poking at his ex-lovers; It was that we were implying that Jake, the love of his life, was only a fling to him.

 

WAIT! LOVE? OMG  Mickey is in love with Jake! And I knew from Jake’s feelings that he loved Mickey. Before I could stop myself I put my foot in my mouth again. “You love Jake! You really do! Every time he is brought up you feel love.” As soon as it was out of my mouth I regretted the words.

 

“STAY OUT OF MY FUCKING EMOTIONS! It is none of your DAMN business.” Immediately his hands went back to holding his head and his eyes started to water as he turned a darker shade of green.  My hand quickly went to my mouth, my eyes wide. He had never yelled at me like that. It’s why I never really go out and drink to have a good time. The next day my ability to filter and block emotions is always shitty.

 

“I.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.. You know what? I think I’m going to go out and stop at the cafe on the corner. I.. I’ll see you guys later.” With that, I headed out of the room to get dressed and get away from Mickey.