The best love she ever had, chapter 2
She cries in her hands, thinking about what to do.
"I cant give up!" she decides, grabbing her phone and dialing 911.
She composes herself just in time for an operator to pick up.
"911, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I think my friend is hurt in New York."
"Ok, ill transfer you, one moment"
She sits rocking back and forth.
"Hello, so your friend is hurt? Whats wrong?" a new operator says.
"I'm not sure, but he didnt sound well,"
"Ok ma'm, where is he?"
" he's in New York cCty, at the Mariott Hotel, room 236."
"Ok ma'm I'm sending an EMT right now"
"Thanks" she mutters, hoping they get to him in time.
"I wish I could call Mike and tell him..." she thought. "hey! Ill call Tre and see if he knows where Mike is."
She once again grabs her phone and dials Tre.
"Hello, sex slave's annonymous, how may I help you?"
"Funny Tre. Are you with Mike?"
"Hey, you cant call MY hotel room and ask for him to have phone sex, you have to have it with me first."
"Yeah yeah, I'm serious Tre I need to talk to him."
"Well he's not here... He went to grab some coffee and things for him and Billie, or whips and chains."
"Ok, Tre, I need you to do me a favour"
"Of course ill tell him we are dating for you, I don't want you guys to have break up sex!"
"FRANK EDWIN!"
"Ok ok sorry, what?"
"I need you to go down to the hotel lobby, and when you see some EMT guys make sure they get to Mike'shotel room pronto, and don't go in there yourself. Okay?"
"What? Why?!"
"Just do it." she says, knowing Tre cant handle what he would see.
"Umm... Ok. Fine."
"Good. Once the EMT guys find Mike's room come back and call me, kay?"
"Alright Darlene, I will... Promise"
"Ok, bye Tre."
She hangs up the phone, and lays it on the table next to her bed.
"Well, time for a drink" she says out loud to herself, grabbing the post of the bed and hoisting herself up.
She stops to look in the mirror, her green eyes surrounded by redness and her whole face wet from crying.
She swipes her hand across her cheeks, noticing her dark blonde hair that was once in a ponytail now relates to Robert Smith's hairstyle.
"Ugh... 2 drinks." she says, trudging herself downstairs, her face looking permanently stuck in a worried expression.
Darlene reaches the refrigerator and grabs one of her many bottles of vodka and sets it on the counter.
She grabs a small 'viva las vegas' shot glass and fills it to the top with vodka.
She leans against the counter swallowing shot after shot of vodka. After a few minutes pass she hears her phone ring upstairs.
"Fucking shit!" she yells and starts running up the stairs, trying to jump as many as she can.
"I cant give up!" she decides, grabbing her phone and dialing 911.
She composes herself just in time for an operator to pick up.
"911, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I think my friend is hurt in New York."
"Ok, ill transfer you, one moment"
She sits rocking back and forth.
"Hello, so your friend is hurt? Whats wrong?" a new operator says.
"I'm not sure, but he didnt sound well,"
"Ok ma'm, where is he?"
" he's in New York cCty, at the Mariott Hotel, room 236."
"Ok ma'm I'm sending an EMT right now"
"Thanks" she mutters, hoping they get to him in time.
"I wish I could call Mike and tell him..." she thought. "hey! Ill call Tre and see if he knows where Mike is."
She once again grabs her phone and dials Tre.
"Hello, sex slave's annonymous, how may I help you?"
"Funny Tre. Are you with Mike?"
"Hey, you cant call MY hotel room and ask for him to have phone sex, you have to have it with me first."
"Yeah yeah, I'm serious Tre I need to talk to him."
"Well he's not here... He went to grab some coffee and things for him and Billie, or whips and chains."
"Ok, Tre, I need you to do me a favour"
"Of course ill tell him we are dating for you, I don't want you guys to have break up sex!"
"FRANK EDWIN!"
"Ok ok sorry, what?"
"I need you to go down to the hotel lobby, and when you see some EMT guys make sure they get to Mike'shotel room pronto, and don't go in there yourself. Okay?"
"What? Why?!"
"Just do it." she says, knowing Tre cant handle what he would see.
"Umm... Ok. Fine."
"Good. Once the EMT guys find Mike's room come back and call me, kay?"
"Alright Darlene, I will... Promise"
"Ok, bye Tre."
She hangs up the phone, and lays it on the table next to her bed.
"Well, time for a drink" she says out loud to herself, grabbing the post of the bed and hoisting herself up.
She stops to look in the mirror, her green eyes surrounded by redness and her whole face wet from crying.
She swipes her hand across her cheeks, noticing her dark blonde hair that was once in a ponytail now relates to Robert Smith's hairstyle.
"Ugh... 2 drinks." she says, trudging herself downstairs, her face looking permanently stuck in a worried expression.
Darlene reaches the refrigerator and grabs one of her many bottles of vodka and sets it on the counter.
She grabs a small 'viva las vegas' shot glass and fills it to the top with vodka.
She leans against the counter swallowing shot after shot of vodka. After a few minutes pass she hears her phone ring upstairs.
"Fucking shit!" she yells and starts running up the stairs, trying to jump as many as she can.
