It’s very, very quiet. I turn my head to look at the person right beside me and… he’s not there. I get up, rub my eyes again and stumble to open...the bathroom door. Nothing, no one. Christian is gone. I put my back to the wall and slide down it until my ass is sitting on the floor. What the fuck did I do? What the fuck did we do? He’s getting married tomorrow. Shit. I get my stuff together, find no note in the room and no messages on my phone. The bill is paid at the counter, so I leave and walk. I did the washing up, put the laundry on, cleaned the kitchen floor; I bleached the loo, wiped down the shower, rearranged all the toiletries of which I had two and mum had twenty; I wiped the washing up and put it away, then did another load. Stopped for coffee and read in The Week about a women who followed her sat-nav across Europe, a cute guy who stole a fourteen pound carp to win a fishing contest and a snake clinging to the wing of a plane in Australia. I hovered the lounge, plumped the. Jab hum ghar me akele the tho meri bahen ne mujhe pucha “kya tujhe koi ladki pasand nahi he kya”.Tho maine kaha mujhe bahut ladki pasand he lekin 1 ladki mujhe bahut aachi lagti he.Tho usne mujhse naam pucha woh ladki ka.Tho maine kaha agar me bol diya tho tum mujhse gussa ho jaogi.Meri bahen ne gussa na karne ka wada diya aur kaha ki ladki ka naam batao.Tho maine “krishna” naam bataya.Tho bahen ne bola ki “meri frd krishna kya”.Tho maine “ha” keh diya aur woh shock ho gayi.Use kuch samaj nahi. I felt your hands leave my hair, to end up on the back of my neck. I tried to fight out of your grasps, but you were much too strong.Theron:The smell of mildew hits as I force you into a trashy little room on the ground floor of the shabby motel. Slamming the door behind us, I shove you down onto an unmade single bed and fall atop you.Having pinned your arms with my knees, I lean back and look at you beneath me. I slowly remove my worn, leather jacket as I take in the sight of you. Your hair.