Broken

Chapter Six: I'm Not a Prostitute

I really hate this, I thought. "Ow!" My head bumped up against the window pane.

    "Shh! Do you want us to be killed?"

    "You're not helping." I finally climbed through the tiny window. Jordan had indeed found us a hotel in the middle of town, but they wouldn't let me in. I had to find the right window and climb through it without anyone noticing. Fun fact, many people like to randomly throw things out of their hotel window that even trash cans would find degrading.

    "You know this is the best I can do right now," Jordan whispered.

    "Don't remind me," I said.

    I plopped down on the fluffy bed, thankful to stop running around. I had zipped all over the area, and none of the hotels would accept me. Jordan went in the same ones and-- shocker-- they offered him their best rooms. We decided on one of the nicer ones. The bed was considerably large and the bathroom was around the corner. A large dresser acted as the centerpiece in front of cream colored walls. Otherwise, the room was bare.

    "We need to talk, babe." He sank into the mattress next to me. Instinctively, I rolled over so my back faced him. "No, really."

    "You can talk."

    He sighed. "I'm sorry about what I said."

    "It's not about what you said it's about what you didn't say."

"What didn't I say?"

"Maybe, 'Oh yeah, don't worry about Karen, it'll never happen again.' That would've been nice."

"I thought it was clear that I wasn't interested."

"When?" I sat up.

"Before the dance, I said no."

"That was before you kissed her."

"She kissed me."

"Doesn't matter. There was still a physical connection."

"I felt nothing."

"If you can't feel a person kiss you, you are a lost cause."

"You know what I mean."

"No, I really don't." Everything he said made me madder. Why isn't he getting this?How can he not understand?

"What do you want me to do?"

"I just want you to say that it'll never happen again. And mean it."

"It'll never happen again."

"You said it too quickly."

He got up exasperatedly. "What am I supposed to do? I fought that sheriff guy for you, I got you into the restaurant, I got you better food, I snuck you into a five-star hotel in hillbilly Mississippi! What else is there?"

"While I love you for all that, it all goes down the drain if you cheat!"

"I didn't cheat!"

"Dancing with her, I don't care about. But kissing...."

"It wasn't me! It wasn't my fault! Do you understand English?" He threw his hands out.

"Was that supposed to be an insult?" I said.

"Well, I clearly have to spell it out for you. I--did--not--cheat."

"I know. I just don't want it to happen again."

"What if it did? What are you going to do? Dump me?" his face became red as he came closer.

"Right in the trash can!" I replied with the same amount of fierceness.