Wolf In Sheep's Clothing
8:17PM A Cool Huntington Beach California Evening
"Leave her the fuck alone Megan!"
"Leave her the fuck alone Megan!"
"Priscilla stop fucking defending Quasimodo, she's going to see just what happens when she fucks with other peoples' boyfriends!"
"She didn't do anything Megan! HE started talking to HER!"
Megan pushed Veronica down in the middle of the quad, dozens of curious eyes bearing witness to the event. Shouts of "Quasimodo go back to your bell tower!" Could be heard among the trickles of laughter.
"Oh look, are those spots of dirt on your face? Oh no? That's natural isn't it Quasimodo?" Megan said as she looked down at Veronica.
"I...I didn't do anything, I'm sorry Megan," Veronica said mortified with tears in her eyes.
"Have some milk, you ugly bitch," Megan grabbed a carton of milk and poured it all over Veronica, "Don't ever fucking talk to MY boyfriend again," Megan said as she walked away triumphantly.
The school staff intervened, herding the gathered students like cattle to their classes. Priscilla returned after everyone dispersed to see Veronica sitting outside the school office in her change of P.E. clothes with dried milk in parts of her short wavy black hair--the milk remnants giving off a sour pungent scent. Veronica was staring down at the cracks in the concrete floor.
"Vee...don't worry, you only have two more years at this school," Priscilla said quietly.
Veronica looked up at Priscilla, speechless, with tears in her dull green eyes.
"Vee? Vee!?" Priscilla said as she nudged Veronica.
"...Hmm what?" Veronica said with a curious tone, Things really have changed since then, I'm glad I've never seen Megan or her fucking boyfriend since our high school days--fuck...I can't believe that was six years ago, she thought while composing herself.
"Stop staring off into space skank! How do I look?"
"You can't wear that!" Veronica squealed as she pointed at Priscilla's skin-tight leopard print tights and loose purple glittered bat wing sleeve t-shirt in disgust.
"Fine whatever you say bitch! What about this?" Priscilla held up a pair of black silky tights and a black halter dress from her spacious walk-in closet.
"Better...you know I'm SO excited for tonight, it's been too fucking long since I've been wasted!" Veronica's thin fingers ran through her long wavy auburn hair, fantasizing like a teenage girl about her high school crush--an infatuation for what tonight could possibly bring, I hope I fucking look good tonight for once, she thought to herself with a slight grimace on her face.
"I'm totally getting you fucked up tonight, you're not going to remember anything about that lame boy who took a year of your life, I never liked him anyway and I honestly don't think he ever really 'loved' you."
"He was a good person...," Veronica's eyes looked at Priscilla with sincerity, She's probably right, how can anyone love Quasi-fucking-modo, she thought.
"Where'd you meet him again? Online? At least pick someone you've actually known, like from high school!"
"Yeah, I know it was fucking retarded. Hahahaha," Veronica said as she forced a laugh, He meant a lot to me...I'm sure he would have fucked me over though...Cilla is right, she thought.
"Whatever, now you're with me and we're going to meet some really hot guys. I know the owner of this place REALLY well if you know what I'm saying," Priscilla's thinly drawn arched brows perked up and her hazel eyes widened, a suggestive smirk across her face.
"Better...you know I'm SO excited for tonight, it's been too fucking long since I've been wasted!" Veronica's thin fingers ran through her long wavy auburn hair, fantasizing like a teenage girl about her high school crush--an infatuation for what tonight could possibly bring, I hope I fucking look good tonight for once, she thought to herself with a slight grimace on her face.
"I'm totally getting you fucked up tonight, you're not going to remember anything about that lame boy who took a year of your life, I never liked him anyway and I honestly don't think he ever really 'loved' you."
"He was a good person...," Veronica's eyes looked at Priscilla with sincerity, She's probably right, how can anyone love Quasi-fucking-modo, she thought.
"Where'd you meet him again? Online? At least pick someone you've actually known, like from high school!"
"Yeah, I know it was fucking retarded. Hahahaha," Veronica said as she forced a laugh, He meant a lot to me...I'm sure he would have fucked me over though...Cilla is right, she thought.
"Whatever, now you're with me and we're going to meet some really hot guys. I know the owner of this place REALLY well if you know what I'm saying," Priscilla's thinly drawn arched brows perked up and her hazel eyes widened, a suggestive smirk across her face.
"You're such a dirty slut hahahaha," Veronica said with a silent laugh, will I ever be able to score myself an owner of a business? She wondered.
"I knooooow right? But, like, hey at least I live a little and tonight you will too!" Hopeful conviction could be felt from Priscilla's voice as her thin-topped, full-bottomed lips echoed every word assertively.
"I don't knooow," Veronica said with a hint playfulness and skepticism, Nobody fuckin' likes me, Veronica thought, her heart shaped face was slightly shadowed with a look of insecurity and worry as her round thin eyebrows cringed together--her full lips pursed to the side, deep in thought, as her dull green eyes slightly widened from worry.
"Don't worry I got you honey," she handed Veronica a sexy strappy low-cut purple dress that would clearly accentuate her breasts to an illusionary size.
They changed in Priscilla's sizable bedroom, a California Queen sized bed centered against a dark beige wall was covered with an assortment of crimson pillows and silky sheets. The bed lay atop a wooden floor--cluttered with hair products, make-up, blow dryers, hair curlers, nail polish, hair straighteners, fashion magazines, and romantic movie DVDs. The walls were adorned with nude pin-up artwork of various 1940s beauties. Her room acted as a representation of one whom aspired to be glamorous, famous, beautiful, and loved--the mess on the floor, much like her life, would stagnate such dreams.
"Alright how do I look?" Veronica asked curiously as she pulled the dress down below her hips. Her slight cleavage exposed, it didn't work as well as she might have hoped--although her curvaceous hips, thighs, and backside were on full display, I really need a god damn boob job, I feel so awkward looking, thoughts of her disproportionate body reoccurring.
"I'd fuck you, I wish I had an ass like that--mine is so flat and boring," Priscilla's eyes flashed towards Veronica's curves with a gaping mouth of envy, "What about me? How do I look?" she felt a slight insecurity, even though Veronica's cleavage didn't fill out the way she expected--everything else did.
"You're fine! You're tall, thin, and beautiful! I'm short and fat!" Veronica said with a stupefied expression, Cilla is out of her fucking mind! Intruded upon her outlook of a friend she felt was as Priscilla's room portrayed: glamorous, famous, beautiful, and loved.
"It's because you got a booty!" They erupted in contagious laughter, Veronica snorted making the laughter continue much longer than it should have.
"You know Cilla it's also a good thing I know sign language in case I have trouble speaking to any guys...it's pretty HANDY."
"Wow Vee, fucking wow--please don't use any of your lame puns at this place!"
"You love them bitch!"
"God, you're such a freak."
"...Ahhh...so I think I'll wear the wedges I brought...Cilla you should wear these," Veronica pointed at a pair of black pointed toe pumps among the thirty pairs of shoes surrounding them.
"These?" Priscilla pointed at her pair of red high heels.
"NO! These!" Veronica picked them up and smacked her leg with them, clumsily dropping the shoes on the floor between them after contact.
"Ow! Bitch, I was just playing around! Hahahaha," Priscilla laughed as she arched over to pick up the black pumps from the floor.
"Whatever, I need to do my make-up," Veronica scowled, Dumb bitch, a thought she always secretly held for Priscilla's common sense and intellect.
Veronica marched to Priscilla's bathroom--a mermaid themed decorum made up of seashell bath towels, seashell hand towels, a mat featuring 1940s inspired pin-up art of two nude mermaids kissing, and a framed picture of the beach lay on the toilet tank cover alongside a stack of pornographic magazines featuring women models. A spacious shower with a sliding glass door occupied half of the bathroom space.
"Vee, here I have just the right foundation for you honey," Priscilla said as she hastily grabbed a bag from the floor filled with different foundations and brushes. She handed Veronica a neutral golden yellow powdered foundation and a brush.
"What? Alright," Veronica said with skepticism as she applied the foundation in calculated light brush strokes, I hope this gets rid of the spots on my fucking face, her thoughts referred to the light spots of discoloration on her tanned cheeks.
An abruptly obnoxious single cell phone vibration could be heard from Veronica's large leather- studded black purse on the bed, Fuck..., Veronica thought.
"Are you going to check that?"
"Naw it's probably nothing," Veronica said as she placed the finishing touches on her make-up, Yeah it's probably nothing--I shouldn't be on my phone tonight anyway, she thought.
9:22PM
"There it is!" Priscilla said as they turned a corner--revealing a bar with many colorful people outside the building.
"I know it's only a few blocks away, but did we honestly need to walk? These wedges are already killing my fucking feet," Veronica scowled, This place seems busy, I hope I fucking look decent compared to these beach whores, she thought.
A pirate themed bar with a skull and crossbones on the building with the words: 'The Captain's Quarters,' could be seen above the entrance with two oil lamp lights on each side of the double doors. Rotating spotlights of several different colors could be seen from the inside of the bar, the commotion of people could be heard as well as the loud thumping from bass of the music being played. Next to the entrance, a quote etched into the wall displayed: 'Dead men tell no tales.'
"Vee what would you like?" Priscilla shouted through the commotion of drunken conversation and loud electro music.
"Any Vodka mixed drink will do."
"Two cranberry vod--"
"I got it," A handsome man with deep set brown eyes, 5 o' clock shadow, stylish short black hair, and dressed in business casual attire interrupted Priscilla, placing a 20 dollar bill on the bar, "Keep the change."
"Thank yoooou," Priscilla said flirtatiously as she slightly batted her lengthy mascara covered eyelashes at the handsome stranger.
"Who's your friend?" His gaze turned away from Priscilla to Veronica who sat up shocked that this man noticed her. A faint blush could be seen in her cheeks.
"Oh this is my friend Veronica!" Priscilla said as she beckoned Veronica to come closer, "She's totally down to fuck," she said just loud enough for the man to hear her, yet just low enough so that Veronica couldn't over the ensemble of dance music and drunken people.
"Um...hi," Veronica said shyly with a smirk, Oh my God this guy is actually talking to me?! She thought.
Priscilla peered across the crowds of dancing people, "Soooooo I think I see my good friend Jared over there! See ya later Vee!" Priscilla shouted as she walked away from the bar with an sexually insinuating smile towards Veronica.
"Well there goes your friend...what's your name doll?" he said as he explored her eyes.
"Um...Veronica...and you?" Veronica said nervously, Fuck why am I so nervous? She thought.
"That's an amazing name! It's actually one of my favorites, my grandmother's name was Veronica so it hits close to home," he said with the sincerity of a debating politician.
"Oh really? That's awesome!" Veronica said in a gullible fashion, He's probably full of shit, but I don't care he's so fucking hot, she thought.
"I see you're running dry there, how about some tequila shots?"
"Tequila fucks me up."
"Well that's the point," he said with a smirk.
"Fuck it," she said assertively, Can't believe THIS guy is buying me drinks, she thought.
"Hey bartender, give us a bottle of your best tequila and a couple glasses!" he said as he laid two hundred dollar bills on the table.
"Oh wow you don't have to....," she said, Wow this guy must be loaded, holy shit, she thought.
"Thanks boss," the man said to the bartender as he poured tequila into the shot glasses, "Don't even worry about it, you ready?"
"Phew...okay let's do this," she said before immediately downing the shot. The burning sensation down her throat could be felt all the way to her stomach, she gasped with a cringed expression as if she ate something extremely bitter.
11:33PM
"I can't evenn sstand...hahaahaha," Veronica slurred, Where the fuck am I? She thought.
"C'mon girl let's get you off that stool and get out of here," he placed his arm around Veronica, acting as a crutch to help her stumble out of the bar.
"You knowww if digging up coal was my jobb, I wouldn't beee able to go out drrinking with yoou because I'd be a MINER. Hahahahaaa g-get iit?"
The man ignored her pun joke and continued walking her out of the bar. Her vision of the many people and lights--blurred. Drunken kaleidoscope eyes replaced her sober eyes of clarity and self control. Her arms and legs flailing around uncontrollably...blacking out for minutes at a time while walking. She momentarily came to her senses once he reached into his wallet for a key card to open a hotel room door: Room 326. Her point of view now blurred towards the ground. Veronica was propped over his shoulder and quickly thrown onto the bed.
"What...whaat are yoou doing? Hehehehehe," she said as she giggled girlishly.
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"Oooh shit...thisss iz happening huh?" She said with intrigue and slight worry, This should be great, I've never had anyone this fucking hot before, she thought.
"Yes it is," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt.
Slipping out of unconsciousness again, she found herself completely naked with this strange man. She felt his body on top of hers, sweat dripping from his brow onto her face. Saliva from his sloppy wet kisses all over her cheeks and neck. His breath had the foul stench of a brewery while his sweat had a rancid sulfurous odor--both covered Veronica's body, yet her drunken senses masked all scents. The word "whore," was heard in passing between black outs. The sensation of sex could barely be felt, let alone remembered. Veronica didn't enjoy her few moments of consciousness; she was disgusted, treated as a cheap meaningless plaything, cries of pain were mistaken for cries of pleasure--responded with "do you like that whore?" She didn't enjoy the act, yet she relished the attention.
A moment of consciousness occurred when the man finally rolled his sweat-dripping hairy body from on top of her, "Unnnghhh," she couldn't make out any words, I hope I was good enough, I hope I was a good 'whore,' she thought.
10:14AM
"BZZZZZT BZZZZZT BZZZZZT," the vibrations of Veronica's cell phone atop the dinky hotel nightstand awoke her. She had been lying alone completely naked in a bed stained with unknown fluids with the vilest putrid scent she'd ever experienced--a combination of alcohol, body odor, and sex. "What the fu-," she darted to the restroom briskly lifting up a filthy toilet seat filling it with her own burning stomach bile.
"Ugh....fuck," she said as she made her way towards the sink in a vain attempt to wash the nauseating taste out of her mouth with water.
A seashell wallpaper pattern was in plain sight in the bathroom, her lifeless green eyes fixated on seashells for a while, before turning towards the mirror. This reminded her of the vanity she had striven for the night before. Her reflection now misshapen into a woman with knots in her wavy auburn hair, runny dried make up clearly exposing the flawed spots of discoloration she tried so desperately to cover, and her exuberant tanned complexion replaced with a cold paleness--the face of a corpse.
She grabbed the bar of soap by the sink and threw it as hard as she could at the mirror while screaming in agony, leaving a spider web of cracks about the center, I'm fucking nothing, she thought as tears ran down her face.
The hotel phone sounded off, she walked in an emotionless haze towards ringing and cautiously picked up the phone.
"...Hello?"
A woman with the voice of an automated message responded, "Hello Veronica we're calling to inform you that we need to receive your payment by noon, otherwise we'll need to charge you for an additional day. And do you know a Priscilla? She's here looking for you."
"Payment? Didn't he..." she couldn't think of the man's name, he hadn't given it to her, This can't be real, she thought. Her face now lay rested in her right hand as her cold naked body sat on the bed.
"He? Are you talking about your cousin? He said you had too much to drink and needed a place to stay."
Veronica was speechless, the only words she could form were, "Alright I'll be down before noon."
"Thank you, would you like us to send Priscilla to your room?"
"Sure," Veronica said before hanging up the phone.
Veronica scoured the floor for her clothes that were scattered all over. Her strappy low-cut purple dress had rips and tears in it, the wedges were each on a separate side of the room, and her underwear was nowhere to be found, That sick fuck took my underwear as a trophy, she thought in disgust.
She dressed herself slowly, her body was sore and she was terribly hung over. This pain paled in comparison to the guilt of her actions, and the feeling of utter betrayal by her best friend, I've never felt so fucking worthless, she thought.
Veronica left the door ajar for Priscilla, Oh yeah...I need to see if I have any money on me, she thought as she grabbed her wallet out of her purse that had been placed neatly on the nightstand. All of her cash was gone. "I had 150 dollars...I know I didn't spend any of it...he..," she broke down into tears.
After purging what little emotion she had for a few minutes, Veronica's eyes wandered from her empty wallet to her cell phone that lied next to her purse on the nightstand. There were two notifications shown. One was the wake-up phone call from Priscilla, another was the text message she had ignored prior to leaving for the bar. She hesitantly began reading it.
"Hey Veronica, it's only been a day, but I feel the need to say a few things that I didn't have the chance to say before you left. I know you never believed me when I told you that I loved you, but I do. If you don't want to be with me, that's fine, I'm sure you have your reasons. It's difficult to understand how you loved me so much, yet here we are...It doesn't make any sense, but then again life rarely does. You are still the most beautiful person in the world to me, and I hope you'll give this another chance."
Priscilla walked in and noticed Veronica sitting on the bed in the borrowed purple strappy dress that had been recently ripped and torn. Veronica turned toward Priscilla upon hearing the creaky door being pushed open, her expression completely devoid of life, her dull green eyes glazed over as she looked into Priscilla’s eyes.
"I don't knooow," Veronica said with a hint playfulness and skepticism, Nobody fuckin' likes me, Veronica thought, her heart shaped face was slightly shadowed with a look of insecurity and worry as her round thin eyebrows cringed together--her full lips pursed to the side, deep in thought, as her dull green eyes slightly widened from worry.
"Don't worry I got you honey," she handed Veronica a sexy strappy low-cut purple dress that would clearly accentuate her breasts to an illusionary size.
They changed in Priscilla's sizable bedroom, a California Queen sized bed centered against a dark beige wall was covered with an assortment of crimson pillows and silky sheets. The bed lay atop a wooden floor--cluttered with hair products, make-up, blow dryers, hair curlers, nail polish, hair straighteners, fashion magazines, and romantic movie DVDs. The walls were adorned with nude pin-up artwork of various 1940s beauties. Her room acted as a representation of one whom aspired to be glamorous, famous, beautiful, and loved--the mess on the floor, much like her life, would stagnate such dreams.
"Alright how do I look?" Veronica asked curiously as she pulled the dress down below her hips. Her slight cleavage exposed, it didn't work as well as she might have hoped--although her curvaceous hips, thighs, and backside were on full display, I really need a god damn boob job, I feel so awkward looking, thoughts of her disproportionate body reoccurring.
"I'd fuck you, I wish I had an ass like that--mine is so flat and boring," Priscilla's eyes flashed towards Veronica's curves with a gaping mouth of envy, "What about me? How do I look?" she felt a slight insecurity, even though Veronica's cleavage didn't fill out the way she expected--everything else did.
"You're fine! You're tall, thin, and beautiful! I'm short and fat!" Veronica said with a stupefied expression, Cilla is out of her fucking mind! Intruded upon her outlook of a friend she felt was as Priscilla's room portrayed: glamorous, famous, beautiful, and loved.
"It's because you got a booty!" They erupted in contagious laughter, Veronica snorted making the laughter continue much longer than it should have.
"You know Cilla it's also a good thing I know sign language in case I have trouble speaking to any guys...it's pretty HANDY."
"Wow Vee, fucking wow--please don't use any of your lame puns at this place!"
"You love them bitch!"
"God, you're such a freak."
"...Ahhh...so I think I'll wear the wedges I brought...Cilla you should wear these," Veronica pointed at a pair of black pointed toe pumps among the thirty pairs of shoes surrounding them.
"These?" Priscilla pointed at her pair of red high heels.
"NO! These!" Veronica picked them up and smacked her leg with them, clumsily dropping the shoes on the floor between them after contact.
"Ow! Bitch, I was just playing around! Hahahaha," Priscilla laughed as she arched over to pick up the black pumps from the floor.
"Whatever, I need to do my make-up," Veronica scowled, Dumb bitch, a thought she always secretly held for Priscilla's common sense and intellect.
Veronica marched to Priscilla's bathroom--a mermaid themed decorum made up of seashell bath towels, seashell hand towels, a mat featuring 1940s inspired pin-up art of two nude mermaids kissing, and a framed picture of the beach lay on the toilet tank cover alongside a stack of pornographic magazines featuring women models. A spacious shower with a sliding glass door occupied half of the bathroom space.
"Vee, here I have just the right foundation for you honey," Priscilla said as she hastily grabbed a bag from the floor filled with different foundations and brushes. She handed Veronica a neutral golden yellow powdered foundation and a brush.
"What? Alright," Veronica said with skepticism as she applied the foundation in calculated light brush strokes, I hope this gets rid of the spots on my fucking face, her thoughts referred to the light spots of discoloration on her tanned cheeks.
An abruptly obnoxious single cell phone vibration could be heard from Veronica's large leather- studded black purse on the bed, Fuck..., Veronica thought.
"Are you going to check that?"
"Naw it's probably nothing," Veronica said as she placed the finishing touches on her make-up, Yeah it's probably nothing--I shouldn't be on my phone tonight anyway, she thought.
9:22PM
"There it is!" Priscilla said as they turned a corner--revealing a bar with many colorful people outside the building.
"I know it's only a few blocks away, but did we honestly need to walk? These wedges are already killing my fucking feet," Veronica scowled, This place seems busy, I hope I fucking look decent compared to these beach whores, she thought.
A pirate themed bar with a skull and crossbones on the building with the words: 'The Captain's Quarters,' could be seen above the entrance with two oil lamp lights on each side of the double doors. Rotating spotlights of several different colors could be seen from the inside of the bar, the commotion of people could be heard as well as the loud thumping from bass of the music being played. Next to the entrance, a quote etched into the wall displayed: 'Dead men tell no tales.'
"Vee what would you like?" Priscilla shouted through the commotion of drunken conversation and loud electro music.
"Any Vodka mixed drink will do."
"Two cranberry vod--"
"I got it," A handsome man with deep set brown eyes, 5 o' clock shadow, stylish short black hair, and dressed in business casual attire interrupted Priscilla, placing a 20 dollar bill on the bar, "Keep the change."
"Thank yoooou," Priscilla said flirtatiously as she slightly batted her lengthy mascara covered eyelashes at the handsome stranger.
"Who's your friend?" His gaze turned away from Priscilla to Veronica who sat up shocked that this man noticed her. A faint blush could be seen in her cheeks.
"Oh this is my friend Veronica!" Priscilla said as she beckoned Veronica to come closer, "She's totally down to fuck," she said just loud enough for the man to hear her, yet just low enough so that Veronica couldn't over the ensemble of dance music and drunken people.
"Um...hi," Veronica said shyly with a smirk, Oh my God this guy is actually talking to me?! She thought.
Priscilla peered across the crowds of dancing people, "Soooooo I think I see my good friend Jared over there! See ya later Vee!" Priscilla shouted as she walked away from the bar with an sexually insinuating smile towards Veronica.
"Well there goes your friend...what's your name doll?" he said as he explored her eyes.
"Um...Veronica...and you?" Veronica said nervously, Fuck why am I so nervous? She thought.
"That's an amazing name! It's actually one of my favorites, my grandmother's name was Veronica so it hits close to home," he said with the sincerity of a debating politician.
"Oh really? That's awesome!" Veronica said in a gullible fashion, He's probably full of shit, but I don't care he's so fucking hot, she thought.
"I see you're running dry there, how about some tequila shots?"
"Tequila fucks me up."
"Well that's the point," he said with a smirk.
"Fuck it," she said assertively, Can't believe THIS guy is buying me drinks, she thought.
"Hey bartender, give us a bottle of your best tequila and a couple glasses!" he said as he laid two hundred dollar bills on the table.
"Oh wow you don't have to....," she said, Wow this guy must be loaded, holy shit, she thought.
"Thanks boss," the man said to the bartender as he poured tequila into the shot glasses, "Don't even worry about it, you ready?"
"Phew...okay let's do this," she said before immediately downing the shot. The burning sensation down her throat could be felt all the way to her stomach, she gasped with a cringed expression as if she ate something extremely bitter.
11:33PM
"I can't evenn sstand...hahaahaha," Veronica slurred, Where the fuck am I? She thought.
"C'mon girl let's get you off that stool and get out of here," he placed his arm around Veronica, acting as a crutch to help her stumble out of the bar.
"You knowww if digging up coal was my jobb, I wouldn't beee able to go out drrinking with yoou because I'd be a MINER. Hahahahaaa g-get iit?"
The man ignored her pun joke and continued walking her out of the bar. Her vision of the many people and lights--blurred. Drunken kaleidoscope eyes replaced her sober eyes of clarity and self control. Her arms and legs flailing around uncontrollably...blacking out for minutes at a time while walking. She momentarily came to her senses once he reached into his wallet for a key card to open a hotel room door: Room 326. Her point of view now blurred towards the ground. Veronica was propped over his shoulder and quickly thrown onto the bed.
"What...whaat are yoou doing? Hehehehehe," she said as she giggled girlishly.
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"Oooh shit...thisss iz happening huh?" She said with intrigue and slight worry, This should be great, I've never had anyone this fucking hot before, she thought.
"Yes it is," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt.
Slipping out of unconsciousness again, she found herself completely naked with this strange man. She felt his body on top of hers, sweat dripping from his brow onto her face. Saliva from his sloppy wet kisses all over her cheeks and neck. His breath had the foul stench of a brewery while his sweat had a rancid sulfurous odor--both covered Veronica's body, yet her drunken senses masked all scents. The word "whore," was heard in passing between black outs. The sensation of sex could barely be felt, let alone remembered. Veronica didn't enjoy her few moments of consciousness; she was disgusted, treated as a cheap meaningless plaything, cries of pain were mistaken for cries of pleasure--responded with "do you like that whore?" She didn't enjoy the act, yet she relished the attention.
A moment of consciousness occurred when the man finally rolled his sweat-dripping hairy body from on top of her, "Unnnghhh," she couldn't make out any words, I hope I was good enough, I hope I was a good 'whore,' she thought.
10:14AM
"BZZZZZT BZZZZZT BZZZZZT," the vibrations of Veronica's cell phone atop the dinky hotel nightstand awoke her. She had been lying alone completely naked in a bed stained with unknown fluids with the vilest putrid scent she'd ever experienced--a combination of alcohol, body odor, and sex. "What the fu-," she darted to the restroom briskly lifting up a filthy toilet seat filling it with her own burning stomach bile.
"Ugh....fuck," she said as she made her way towards the sink in a vain attempt to wash the nauseating taste out of her mouth with water.
A seashell wallpaper pattern was in plain sight in the bathroom, her lifeless green eyes fixated on seashells for a while, before turning towards the mirror. This reminded her of the vanity she had striven for the night before. Her reflection now misshapen into a woman with knots in her wavy auburn hair, runny dried make up clearly exposing the flawed spots of discoloration she tried so desperately to cover, and her exuberant tanned complexion replaced with a cold paleness--the face of a corpse.
She grabbed the bar of soap by the sink and threw it as hard as she could at the mirror while screaming in agony, leaving a spider web of cracks about the center, I'm fucking nothing, she thought as tears ran down her face.
The hotel phone sounded off, she walked in an emotionless haze towards ringing and cautiously picked up the phone.
"...Hello?"
A woman with the voice of an automated message responded, "Hello Veronica we're calling to inform you that we need to receive your payment by noon, otherwise we'll need to charge you for an additional day. And do you know a Priscilla? She's here looking for you."
"Payment? Didn't he..." she couldn't think of the man's name, he hadn't given it to her, This can't be real, she thought. Her face now lay rested in her right hand as her cold naked body sat on the bed.
"He? Are you talking about your cousin? He said you had too much to drink and needed a place to stay."
Veronica was speechless, the only words she could form were, "Alright I'll be down before noon."
"Thank you, would you like us to send Priscilla to your room?"
"Sure," Veronica said before hanging up the phone.
Veronica scoured the floor for her clothes that were scattered all over. Her strappy low-cut purple dress had rips and tears in it, the wedges were each on a separate side of the room, and her underwear was nowhere to be found, That sick fuck took my underwear as a trophy, she thought in disgust.
She dressed herself slowly, her body was sore and she was terribly hung over. This pain paled in comparison to the guilt of her actions, and the feeling of utter betrayal by her best friend, I've never felt so fucking worthless, she thought.
Veronica left the door ajar for Priscilla, Oh yeah...I need to see if I have any money on me, she thought as she grabbed her wallet out of her purse that had been placed neatly on the nightstand. All of her cash was gone. "I had 150 dollars...I know I didn't spend any of it...he..," she broke down into tears.
After purging what little emotion she had for a few minutes, Veronica's eyes wandered from her empty wallet to her cell phone that lied next to her purse on the nightstand. There were two notifications shown. One was the wake-up phone call from Priscilla, another was the text message she had ignored prior to leaving for the bar. She hesitantly began reading it.
"Hey Veronica, it's only been a day, but I feel the need to say a few things that I didn't have the chance to say before you left. I know you never believed me when I told you that I loved you, but I do. If you don't want to be with me, that's fine, I'm sure you have your reasons. It's difficult to understand how you loved me so much, yet here we are...It doesn't make any sense, but then again life rarely does. You are still the most beautiful person in the world to me, and I hope you'll give this another chance."
Priscilla walked in and noticed Veronica sitting on the bed in the borrowed purple strappy dress that had been recently ripped and torn. Veronica turned toward Priscilla upon hearing the creaky door being pushed open, her expression completely devoid of life, her dull green eyes glazed over as she looked into Priscilla’s eyes.
"Vee, are you okay honey?"
© 2013 Brian Baker
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