He made another left, then a right. They were walking from hall to hall.
When Blaine finally stopped, he pulled Jessa so that her body collided with his.
“You better not be fucking with me.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” Jessa said. “I don’t even want to be here. I have a good life on my own. You took off on me after everything happened. You were a ghost. You hurt me.”
“Deal with it,” Blaine said. “I hurt everyone.”
Now Jessa felt that old anger rise up in her body. Her hatred for Blaine. Of course they didn’t talk after everything had happened. Blaine tossed her a phone number and then took off. He never called, checked on her, did nothing to offer support.
It wasn’t his job. You were never his. You never came close…
Blaine opened the door to his room.
“Ah, shit,” he said.
Jessa let out a gasp when she saw the room.
There was a woman on the bed, naked. She was on her back, one leg hanging off the bed. Jessa couldn’t help but stare at everything. It was a fully nude woman on the bed!
Blaine walked to the bed and kicked it. “Hey. Wake up.”
“What?” another voice yelled.
A second woman popped up from the other side of the bed. She stood up and was wearing nothing but a thin pair of panties.
“Oh… my…,” Jessa said.
Blaine grabbed the first woman by the arms and pulled her up.
“Hey, Blaine… you want…”
“No, beautiful,” Blaine said. “You have to go now. I have other business.”
The woman looked at Jessa. “This slut?”
“Slut?” Jessa said. “I’m wearing clothes. You’re not.”
“She has a point, beautiful,” Blaine said to the naked woman. “Come on. Get out. Both of you. Don’t piss me off here.”
The two women walked by Blaine and left the room.
Blaine, shut the door. “Sorry about that. A little leftover from a midnight snack.”
“They were… where were their clothes?”
“Who the fuck do I look like?” Blaine asked. “A laundromat? They came that way. Shit, they came every way possible.”
“Ew,” Jessa said. “You’re a pig. Is that who you are now?”
“Don’t even go there,” Blaine said. “You have no idea…”
“Oh, I don’t?” Jessa asked. “How about the truth? I saw what I saw and Vin walked away on it. He never got so much as a slap on the wrist for what he did. I lost everything because of it. I couldn’t go to medical school because of it. I couldn’t imagine seeing something like that again. And if I did, all I would picture is them. Meghan reaching for Janey…”
“Stop, stop, stop,” Blaine said. “No. Just stop.”
“No,” Jessa said. “That’s what I saw. I looked Vin in the eyes. I knew the truth. He killed them, Blaine. He purposely set that entire thing up.”
“Shut up,” Blaine said. “Or else…”
“Or else what? Show me, Blaine. Come on. Tough biker guy. Do you even feel anything… do you even think of them? Do you miss them?”
Blaine moved at Jessa. She backed up and hit the door. A second later, Blaine had her hands gripped tight with one of his hands and held them above her head. His other hand touched her waist.
Jessa was terrified. She felt the lower half of her body shaking.
“You want to keep running your mouth?” Blaine asked.
“Maybe.”
“I’ll fill your mouth,” he said. “I’ll stuff my cock in your mouth.”
“Try me.”
Blaine ran his hand up Jessa’s body. Right to her neck. He touched her jaw. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I’m in danger. So are you.”
“I’m never in danger. I’m not afraid to die.”
“Yeah? Well, neither am I.”
“Then let’s go together,” Blaine said.
He took out a gun and Jessa felt her lips quiver. “Oh… shit…”
“What?” Blaine asked. “You want this, right?” Blaine put the gun to the side of his head.
“No,” Jessa said. “I want to live. Okay? I have nobody, Blaine. I have nobody. You’re the only one who understands.”
Blaine put the gun away and put his hand back to her jaw. “You want to know if I remember? If I care? If I give a fuck?”
“I shouldn’t have said all that. I’m scared. I’m mad.”
Blaine put his lips within millimeters of hers. “Next time you get mad at me, just hit me.”
Jessa caught herself slowly closing her lips and puckering.
Kiss Blaine?
No. Fucking. Way. In. Hell.
Blaine let her go and backed away. He pointed to the nightstand. “Open the top drawer.”
“Blaine…”
“Now!” he yelled.
Jessa jumped and rushed to the nightstand. She slowly opened the drawer and gasped. There was a gun. Bullets. Condoms everywhere. A few neon color items that looked like they belonged in places Jessa didn’t want to know about.
“What am I…”
“Behind the gun and condoms,” Blaine said. “Keep digging.”
“I don’t want to touch a thing in here. I’ll get sick.”
“I’ve got antibacterial soap in the bathroom.”
Jessa looked back and saw him grinning at her. She saw his eyes moving. Up and down her backside.