Unicorn Hair

It’s been two days since Tom was here. Right now there are so many questions in my mind, so many things I would love to know. I would love to know what happened at home after I left, how mom was. Even if all these years I have told myself that I hate my father, I still would like to know how he was. I should’ve asked how he died. If he was sick for a long time or did it just happened, like a heart attack or something.

But Tom hasn’t been here since that day and Jack left this morning because today is the day of theater, which means, I’m left alone with my thoughts. The House is closed today and no one is working. The bar is still open, but there’s just like five people, not counting the bartenders and waitresses. They might be bored to death. The House hasn’t been this empty for really long time. Actually I don’t remember it being empty ever. Since I’ve been here, there’s always people, drinking or looking for someone to fuck.

I’m sitting at Arnold’s little table, staring at stairs and waiting for him to come down with the rest of theater goers. He’s got quite a good sight here. He can see everyone who comes in or leaves, everyone who decides to go to the second floor and actually he can see half of the second floor too, few doors to rooms and halfway. I’m happy that he can’t see my doors from this spot. Not that he could see through doors, but I would just feel uncomfortable knowing that he can see me every time I enter or leave my room. Only thing he can’t see is the bar, but he always says that it’s not his responsibility. Mostly.

Even though I’ve been staring at stairs, I still managed to space out and not see Arnold coming down. I only notice him when he’s standing in front of me and starts talking.

“Looks like you’re gonna be doing my job tonight, huh?”

“What? Oh yeah. No! You just got a great spot here.”

“That’s why I choose it,” he turns back to look at stairs, “if they’re not gonna move faster, we’re going to be late!”

“Who’s going?”

“Andrew, Craig and your friend.”

“My friend? Who is my….Oh, he,” I see my neighbor appearing on stairs soon followed by Andrew and Craig.

“About time! Let’s go. Alex, you’re in charge,” he waves and leaves with the rest of them.

“Sure,” I smile at myself and put my legs on his table. Normally I wouldn’t dare to do this, but now that he’s not here anymore, and when I’m in charge, I can put my legs wherever I want.

I start to space out again, thinking about my mom. I should’ve asked Tom how sick she is. I should’ve asked if she’s suffering from pain or something else. Is it visible or something only she can feel herself.

“Yo, Alex! Why are you sitting here? Come with us!” Owen. He won’t leave me alone, will he.

“What?” I snap at him.

“You’re not still angry about what happened back then,” he slurs, leaning against Arnold’s table.

“Maybe.”

“Please accept my apologies, Alex, I should’ve respected your boundaries,” he bows, almost hitting his head on table.

“You’re drunk.”

“Is that another rule, I should learn? Another thing you don’t like about me?”

“I just know how you act when you’re drunk.”

“Alleeex!!! Pleeaaseee!!! Come and have some drink with us. I’m not the only one there. You can sit with someone else, if that makes you feel better,” he whines.

I stare him in the eye, searching for something that might tell me that this is part of one of his plans, but I find nothing. Or he just has learned how to hide it. Or he’s just too drunk to think of that right now. No, he’s never too drunk for that. You know that!

“No.”

“Why? Because I’m the one who’s asking? If someone else would ask, you would come, right?”

“No, I just don’t feel like drinking today.”

“You always feel like drinking.”

“No, I don’t. Does it look like I want to drink now?”

“You just don’t want to come there because of me,” he crouches, resting his chin on his arms, looking like disappointed child.

“Now you want me to feel sorry for you? I’m not going there and this has nothing to do with you or anyone else. I just want to be alone, okay so I would appreciate if you would go back and leave me alone.”

He looks like crying, looking up to me and still hoping that I will change my mind. When he finally understands that I’m not going anywhere, he gets up,

“Fine, but if you do want some company, you know you’re more than welcome.”

“I know. Now get the hell away from here,” I laugh, shooing him away.

Maybe it has something to do with what happened, a little bit. I don’t trust him anymore. He has always tried to get me in his bed, but he has never used my broken state to accomplish his plan. So yeah, I don’t trust him. But also, I really don’t feel like drinking today, so I wasn’t lying about that. And I also want to be alone, so almost everything I said to him was true.

I sigh and scoot the chair closer to the wall so I could lean my head against it. Yeah, that feels good. I close my eyes and listen to sounds around me. The House is really pretty quiet. No sounds from second floor, just some drunken singing from bar, but also not too loud.

If I would know where Tom and mom are staying, I might’ve went to them tonight. Maybe. I don’t want to bother them. If Tom or mom would want to see me, they would’ve came here already. It’s not like they don’t know where I am anymore. They know. But what if they are disappointed in me. Well, they probably are, but what if mom doesn’t want to meet me because of what I’m doing? But she wanted to find me knowing that I don’t like girls so she should want to meet me anyways. They looked for me for two years, why to back out now when they know where I am?

I really shouldn’t be left alone, I think too much and this is not good for me. I open my eyes and look at the clock. It’s nearly 10 so I could as well go to bed. Lately, I’ve got more sleep thanks to my sickness and free day, but you can never sleep too much, so I get up and leave the chair and the table for night, silently hoping that no one will disturb my precious sleep.

You can hope, but there will always be someone who will ruin your hopes. I almost jump out of my bed when someone decides to knock loudly at my doors.

“What?” I intend to sound angry, but fail because my voice keeps too much sleepiness in it.

“Oh, sorry, you were sleeping,” Arnold really looks sorry.

“No, I were having spring cleaning,” I don’t give a damn about how sorry he is, I want to sleep!

“Owen mentioned that you came up a little two hours ago. They want to know how the play was and we thought that maybe you would like to hear it too, but if you want to sleep, that’s okay.”

“Too late for that,” I growl, getting back in my room I grab some shirt and follow Arnold down the stairs to bar where everyone’s already sitting.

It’s not that I don’t want to know how the play was, I’m just still half asleep and it’s fucking cold down here! I scoot closer to Owen and he wraps his arms around me. He won’t do anything if Arnold is here and I’m cold so might as well use him. Everyone who spent their evening at bar looks at Arnold, Andrew, Craig and my friend with glassy eyes while four of them retells almost all play.

It’s almost 1am and I just wanted to get some more sleep tonight, before I start my work in two days. I let my head fall on Owen’s shoulder and listen how Andrew talks about one of his client, who happened to sit right next to him.

Notes

Sooo.....to not give away the next chapter I'm not going to say much just... enjoy ;D