Hell Hath No Fury by M.J. Schiller

Author:M.J. Schiller [Schiller, M.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Kyle

When I woke, I was drooling on some hideous paisley carpet. It took me a several seconds to remember where I was. Her sobbing came from the bathroom. It was heart-wrenching. Would she want to be alone? Be embarrassed in front of a stranger? She let out another cry and I scrambled over to the door. As I went to rap on it, she pulled it open and screamed.

“Holy shit, Dana! It’s me. Kyle.”

She brought her hand to her mouth and stumbled backward a few feet. Then she shrank down onto the tile between the sink and the toilet and covered her head, new sobs wracking her body. This girl was a train wreck. But I hated it when women cried.

“Hey,” I said softly, cautiously edging into the room. I crouched in front of her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

When she lifted her face her expression struck me to the core. She looked scared and broken.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I thought you were him.” She gestured with her hand and I could see she was shaking pretty hard. I lowered myself to the floor next to her, stretching my legs out in front of the toilet.

“Come here.”

She didn’t hesitate, sliding over and laying her head on my chest, clinging to me. I rested my cheek on the top of her hair. “It’s all right now. Shh. It’ll be all right.” I held her like that for some time.

How am I all of a sudden this woman’s keeper? It’s bizarre. But…she obviously needs some help. She’s a danger to herself and others.

When she calmed down, she straightened, which provided some much needed relief for my arm.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

“Come on, Dana. We’ve all done it.” I stood to stretch my legs, too.

“So you’ve dropped a barbell on yourself, gotten wasted and made out with a stranger in an elevator, and then freaked out when someone came into the room to help you.”

I offered her my hand to help her rise. “Well, I didn’t exactly do all that, but…segments. Segments. At least you didn’t throw up.”

“I never do.”

“Well, that’s impressive.”

Her face began to lift. “So after all that, you are impressed with me because I didn’t throw up.”

I stretched my back, yawning. “Yes.”

“Well, I guess I’ve got that going for me.”

“Dana, I need to ask you a question.”

“Okay.”

“Is anybody coming busting in that door who I’ll need to handle?”

She hesitated. “No. No. I’m being irrational. But he makes me feel so…defenseless. And scared.”

“Who does?”

She exhaled. “My ex-boyfriend. He’s been stalking me for months, and he’s not a nice guy. That’s why I had a mini-freak out when I first saw you in the hall. I thought maybe you were stalking me, or he sent you, or…I don’t know. Like I said, irrational.”

“Can we finish this conversation outside of the bathroom?”

“Yeah.” We filed out into the room. “What time is it?” She zeroed in on the alarm clock. “Four-thirty? Holy crap!” She turned to me. “You should go.”

“Are you sure? What if you do get sick?”

She moved toward the door.

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