Unicorn Hair

It’s been a week since the day at forest and six days since Jack walked out of my room. It’s been a long weak without Jack. He didn’t sign up to next week and he hadn’t been at bar too. If I wouldn’t know about weddings, I would think that he had abandoned me. I understand that he needs to be there, that it’s not just women thing, but I still want him to be here with me not somewhere out there with this girl. I know he doesn’t like her, but it’s still a bit annoying.

Knock on the door and quiet “hey” brings me back to reality, back to my room with no Jack in it. I look over at door and see Mark, standing there awkwardly and looking past me.

“What are you doing here? I thought I won’t see you here for a while,” I sound surprised and that’s exactly what I feel, “I thought you had some financial problems.”

“I do have these problems, but I need someone to talk to,” he still doesn’t look directly at me,
“Arnold gave me half an hour. That’s all I can get with money I gave him.”

“Well don’t stand there, come here,” I pat on my bed and he slowly comes to sit down.

“You want just talk?”

He doesn’t answer, just nods and keeps staring, now at wall across my bed.

“What’s going on?” I ask moving closer and putting my hand on his shoulder.

“I just don’t know what to do. It’s all just too much,” he puts his head in his hands.

“Mark, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s exactly going on.”

“My wife…she knows about this. She knows that I used to come here and she blames me for spending all our money here. Yes, maybe we wouldn’t have such a serious problems if I would’ve kept to appropriate things, but…” few tears runs down his cheek.

“She thinks that we ask that much money?”

“Mhm…she said that if I wouldn’t do something to get normal amount of money she will leave me and tell everyone that she left me because of me coming here. I can’t let this happen,” he whispers through tears.

Here we go again. Another male who is scared of truth. What will change in his life if his wife would tell the truth to everyone?Maybe more people ignore him, maybe he will lose his job, but he already doesn’t get normal money for what he does so what?

“I can’t get more money now! She wants me to rob a bank or something?”

I rub small circles on his back trying to calm him down. He’s not bad person and he doesn’t deserve this, but what can I say to him? I’m used to acting like someone’s therapist, but I have no idea of what I need to say. I’m a good listener, but bad at giving advices. What kind of advice can I give if I live in this House. I’m considered to be the worst to give someone advice, but they still come here whether it would be to fuck or ask for help.

“I can give you some,” I say without thinking.

“What?” he looks at me for the first time since he came in.

“I…I mean I have money. More than I need for living here. I can give you some. You can…I don’t know, maybe, invest it somewhere or…”

“You don’t need to do that. I can’t take your money.”

“Do you actually have a choice?”

“I…but I can’t take money from you! It’s your and…I just can’t.”

“Why? Because some it might actually be from you? Technically some of it belongs to you.”

“No, Alex. I can’t,” he looks at me like I would be asking him to marry me.

I get up from my bed and walk over to my bedside table, open one of the drawers and take out my wallet, the one I don’t usually use. There’s the most of my money and I can say that there’s a lot of it. I open it and count the money,

“Is thousand enough for start?” I ask him.

“Alex, no! Don’t give your money!”

“So thousand and…five hundreds…this should be enough for now,” I pull out the money and, without listening to him, give him the money, “take this and shut up. That’s the least I can do for you.”

“I really love you,” he hugs me tightly and I wrap my hands around his waist, “but that doesn’t matter to you, because you don’t know what love is,” he laughs pulling away and looking me in the eyes.

“Yeah,” I laugh, but it sounds so awkward.

“Or you do know what is love,” he looks at me and I feel myself blushing, “who is he? I know it’s not me as much as I would like that, so – who is he?”

“You sound like teenage girl!”

“Answer me and don’t try to change the subject,” looks like he’d forget all his problems. Maybe that’s exactly what he needed. Some new rumors he won’t be able to share with anyone.

“It’s not love. It can’t be love. He’s just really…nice…”

“Nice? Come on! Talk normally. Who is he? Do I know him?”

“Oh yes, you know him! Everyone knows him.”

“Really?” he looks surprised, “who is so well known and comes here?”

“You haven’t seen him here. I think.”

“He has a lot of money too, if he’s so well known in town.”

“Mhm,” I just want him to change subject. I don’t want to talk about Jack, not now and not with him.

“Well, there’s someone that comes to my mind, but it can’t be,” he looks at me like trying to read my mind, “or can it.”

I feel like mouse trapped in a small cage. He can’t be thinking of Jack. Why did I need to say that everyone know him. I just made it so much easier for him.

“Can it be one of Barakats?”

Fuck! I feel all my blood leaving my face. I guess I look like ghost now.

“Oh my god! Seriously! I can’t believe that! I didn’t know that his own son can embarrass him so much!”

“I didn’t say that you are right!”

“You didn’t, but the look on your face did,” his smile is so huge that I can see all his teeth. He looks like Cheshire cat, “So, which one – Joe or Jack?”

“Shut up!”

“I just need to say their names and look at your face. Your face will tell me everything,” he laughs.

“You have no idea how much I hate you right now.”

“I think I know, but it’s just too interesting. Who would’ve thought that Barakats own son would come here. He taught them how wrong it and how sick it is, but still one of his sons comes here and takes Lexys breath away!”

“Shut up,” I feel blood coming back to my face and more than it should be.

“Ow, you’re blushing,” he strokes my cheek, ”but seriously, which one?”

“Your time is over,” I glance at clock and see it’s five minutes past his time. He looks at clock and jumps out of my bed.

“Fuck, I don’t want Arnold to kill me!” he walks to doors, but turns around with his hand on the knob, “so you’re not saying which one? I need to figure it out by myself?”

“Yeah, figure it out and come tell me how it went,” I laugh nervously.

Notes

here you go, have another chapter ;D no Jack, though..he has some other stuffs to take care of, but he'll be back (like he would have some other chance *evil laugh*)