Woke up with a headache. The room is humid… and smells a little odd. What the hell happened to the AC? My phone vibrates over and over on the nightstand, letting me know I have a few missed calls.
Check them. One from Britney… two days ago. Fuck, where the hell have I been? I listen to her message. Plain and simple. She wants to know where I am and when I’ll be back. Hell, I don’t even know.
I roll over finding some chick in my bed. My back hurts like I’ve been fucking all night, legs are inflamed. Have I been running? I’m sore all over. Pain… better find Chris for pain killers.
I move towards the shower, why I left the chick sleeping is a mystery. Normally, I would throw her out but since I haven’t the slightest clue what we’ve been doing, I leave her alone. She’ll wake up on her own.
The water feels great, but doesn’t help with the headache. Finally grabbing the soap….
Why is my chest and back covered in blood?
I open the shower curtain and stare into the mirror. Cuts are deep. Deep and all over my torso, front and back, side to side. Back being the worse.
What the hell happened?
They’re still bleeding… oh shit! The chick!
Run into the room. She hasn’t moved. Creeping up to her, slowly pulling off the covers…. Mother of Pearl…
I dialed Britney’s number at least six times before I got it right. Crying, I told her to pick me up. She asked where, um… I check out the window and find the name of I hope is the hotel.
She’s on her way.
I look at the chick again. Blood is all over the sheets. All over her. Burned into her thigh:
Happy Birthday.