The Only EXCEPTION

Chapter 9   The Only EXCEPTION

 

The night sky was as dark as the room. How long would this emptiness last? Over a week without the one; living in a meaningless hotel suite, alone; nothing but time on his hands. The faded smell of alcohol and a constricting lonely fog was his only company. Sleepless nights, late night drives, blaring music, room service and drinks galore was a routine that quickly became an exhausting nuisance. What was first a combination of rage, pain, betrayal, and shock simmered down to one thought. “What now?” and “Where do we go from here?”

He lay against the back of the maroon couch in the large suite living room, feet propped up on the smooth leather coffee table. Trays with left over scraps of food sat lazily at the corner. Lights as dim as his will to continue on. The noisy crash of ice falling into the freezer tray made the ongoing silence volumes louder, and it was driving him insane. For over a week he waited for a phone call, even a text message that never came. Only heightening the situation, spurring more distasteful thoughts. Why hadn’t she tried to talk to him, he wondered. Did she move on? Was she with “him”? He needed answers, and would get them tonight. Memories of he and Nicki making dinner reservations for this very night greeted him. He sank deeper into the creases of the couch, wondering if she’d show up or if she even remembered. And there was only one way to find out. Despite everything he’d go to her. The situation at hand needed to be fixed. She still ran through his mind even though he knew she shouldn’t be. He’d been sitting in the dark for too long, living life on his own waiting for something to happen. Until a conclusion drew itself up. He was that something, that he and Nicki have been waiting on. Without him stepping to the plate nothing would be resolved. There were questions to be answered and a tension that needed to be released.

Embracing his sudden epiphany he rose from the lush couch and slogged through the suite to his bedroom. Hurriedly sifting through his scattered clothes pilled on the dresser. According to the set time he was already forty-five minutes late. Still he wanted nothing more than to see her when he walked in, though he doubted there was any chance of that happening; considering the present circumstances and the fact that he was late. Hoping she wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see her, he charged through the front door and staggered down the hall.

Heavy rain battered the windshield as he pulled out from the garage, the engine sneered back as the car accelerated. His attempts at rushing were futile against the raging LA traffic. Anticipation and worry furrowed his brow. Still afraid of arriving to an empty table SB pressed on.

“Nicki, I’m coming” He whispered, hoping she could somehow hear him. 

P.S 

oh boy what's gonna happen you guys??? *nervous face* LMFAOOOO!!!
oh and *PAUZ* on coming :)