I Can Save You
Chapter 7
By: Makena
It had been days since the two passed Iowa and the West Coast was now closer than ever. They had only a day before they would reach LA and had stopped for the night just before the boarder in Las Vegas, Nevada. Fey slid her key card into the door and pushed it open before flicking the lights on. Benji followed close behind her and glanced around their room for a minute. Instead of the normal two twin beds Benji was normal to seeing, there was one king sized bed under the normal tacky painting that hung on the wall. He paused as he slowly set his bag down on the floor in front of the dresser as he looked at the bed.
"Umm..." he began.
Fey turned and looked at him.
"There's only one bed," Benji said when Fey didn't reply. Fey nodded.
"Yeah," she replied. "There is."
There was a slight pause as Benji waited for her to say more.
"Why?" he questioned finally.
"This was all they had left," Fey explained finally, moving towards the bed where she placed her own bag on the right side of the bed. "You'd think they'd have more twin beds available since it's Vegas and all."
She laughed a little at her comment and unzipped her bag. Benji didn't say anything as he let himself into the small bathroom and turned the water on in the shower.
"I'm taking a shower," he announced quickly as he shut the door with his foot. He couldn't wait to get to the west coast; to find his own place, to work on finding himself a low stress job some where in the city and even finding a girlfriend he could keep for more than just one night.
Traveling was so stressful, he had no time to actually have a home, and his schedule left no time for a relationship that was more than just a one night stand.
Benji stepped out of the shower and slowly dressed himself in the privacy of the small, steam filled bathroom before stepping back into the rest of their hotel room. Fey was stretched out across the bed, her legs resting against the wall as she watched TV in an upside-down position. Her eyes shifted to him as he emerged and she smiled.
"Feel clean?" she asked. Benji shrugged.
"I guess."
Fey clumsily flailed her left arm, trying to pat the spot next to her bed.
"Come watch TV with me," she said. Benji hesitated, but moved from his spot by the bathroom door to their king sized bed and let himself get comfortable beside the girl. For a while, they just sat in silence on the bed as they watched Law & Order; C.I.
"I've always been interested about how they get all this information so accurate," Fey said finally, breaking the slightly uncomfortable silence between them.
Benji looked down at her, expecting her to say more. She didn't, but he watched her anyway, her eyes sparkling from the blue glow of the TV. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Fey glanced back up at Benji with a half smile, have questioning look on her face.
"What?" she asked with a hit of laughter. Benji didn't say anything as he bent down and kissed her passionately on the lips with his own.
To his surprise, Fey didn't reject the kiss at all, but returned it as she placed her hand on the back of his head, twirling her fingers in his short, dark hair. Benji re-situated himself on their bed so that his knees rested between her legs on the bed.
He could feel Fey's hands move towards his waist where they paused to undo Benji's pants. Benji, on the other hand, was busy slipping Fey's shirt off to reveal her clean white tank top. Before he could think twice, his right hand began to slide under her tank top where it paused at her stomach. He cut them off mid kiss and sat up, struggling to straddle Fey so she couldn't escape. She blushed furiously and tried to get away from Benji's grasp, but he was too strong and he kept her lying on her back.
"What the hell was that, Fey?" he asked her, fighting Fey's hands as he tried to pull her tank top up and she tried to keep it down. "What the hell do you have hidden under there?"
"Nothing!" Fey screamed, not concentrated on freeing herself anymore. "Leave me alone!"
Benji finally won and violently shot her tank top up to past her chest so that Fey lay motionless on the bed in a white lace bra and unbuttoned jeans. She said nothing as Benji looked at what he had formerly assumed to be perfect, smooth skin.
Instead, there were deep scars, both red and purple in color from years of self destruction. Some were old. Some were quite fresh. Benji sat above Fey in shock and anger. He couldn't figure out what to say to her as he slowly, yet violently, tried to jerk her pants off, which revealed nothing but more evidence of self destruction and lies.
"What the fuck, Fey?" he asked finally, his anger rising above shock. "What the flying fuck is this? Is this some kind of sick joke? Some kind of fucking game?"
Fey didn't reply as she wiggled free of Benji's grasp and buttoned her pants together, slowly pulling on her tank top.
"I don't get it," Benji continued, watching her as he sat on the bed. "You think I fucking need to be saved and I need to stop cutting myself when you go off and fucking do this to yourself? What the hell is wrong with you?"
Fey's eyes began to water, but she didn't reply. Benji finally grew impatient and he jumped off the bed, re-buttoning his pants as he walked for the door.
"I can't fucking take this," he spat at her as he forced the door open. "I hate you."
With that said, he walked out into the hotel hall way and slammed the door behind him, briskly walking towards the elevator at the end of the hall.