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"Ginger, stop crying. Everything's going to be fine. You're safe now. Just calm down and tell me what happened." There was nothing but genuine concern in Alden's voice.
"You have beautiful eyes. Do you wear contacts to make them that
color?" I sobbed in my drunken state.
Alden couldn't help but laugh at me. He pushed the hair back off of
my face and rubbed my cheek. "No, I don't wear contacts. Now tell me why you got so drunk. What happened when you went to see this Kyle fellow?"
Just the mention of his name made me burst into hysterical tears all over again. He.....wears...he wears make up and blue eye contacts and… and ugly gold jewelry."
"OK, so he wears make up and contacts. That shouldn't make you
cry this way. He isn't the first guy from your past that you found out
"He's...not ...gay. He's a televangelist!" I took a deep breath and
talked as fast as I could between crying fits. "They made me wash off
my make up. They said that the public schools were terrible. His
wife said that I was having an affair with him. And his daughter called
me a harlot!" I rolled away from Alden and buried my face in the
pillow to cry even more.
I remember him rubbing my back. I remember him laughing. I
remember him talking, but I don't really remember anything he said.
I don't even remember falling asleep, but when I woke up the sun was
creeping around the corner of the window blinds.
My head hurt like crazy and I had some killer breath. Much to my
body's dismay, I sat up in bed and looked around. I couldn't tell you
how I got back to my hotel room, but there I was and Alden Cassidy
was sleeping in a chair beside my bed.
Great! I finally get to spend the night with a gorgeous,
responsible man and he sleeps in the chair. My life is the pits!
I wanted to wash my face and brush my teeth before he woke up,
but sitting up in bed was as far as my body was willing to take me. I
slowly lowered myself back onto the pillow and the room went dark