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“How are you?” He asks, studying me for some kind of sign that I’m okay or not as I twist the lid off the bottle of vodka.
“I weigh almost 115 pounds.” I admit, taking a sip from the bottle.
“That’s good.”
“If you call gaining five pounds in four weeks, good, sure.” I shrug, taking another sip from the bottle.
“At that rate, you’ll be 120 in no time.” He takes a seat next to me.
“Yep.” I say, taking yet another sip from the bottle. He holds out his hand for the bottle, and I pass it to him. He takes a sip and passes it back, and I take a long gulp from it.
“Want to go for a walk?” He asks.
Sue looks over at that. “Dinner is in an hour.”
“Nope.”
“Nope, to the walk or dinner?” Wes asks.
“I can’t say no to the dinner.” I shrug.
“Okay. Well, I’m going to go have a cigarette. I guess I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah.”
I’m aware I’m being a bitch, but I’m too drained to explain my fears to him right now. It’s been a long, emotional day for me. I’m tired and desperate for a distraction from the situation I’m in.
“Was the sex that bad?” Sue asks.
I don’t bother replying to that.
“Are you getting me more coke?”
“A pick-me-up.” She says. “Yes. It’s on its way.”
“Thank you.” I say, taking another sip from the bottle.
I’m already feeling pretty buzzed.
“I’m getting you pasta for dinner. Chicken Alfredo.”
“Okay. Fuck.” I mutter to myself. I feel the regret of letting Wes leave set in. I miss him. I miss having his arm around my shoulders. I take another sip from the bottle and stand up. “I’m going for a walk.”
“I’ll order Wes some food, too.” She calls after me as I exit the bus.
I walk off the bus and glance around the area for Wes. I see him standing by his bus, talking with Nicolas as he smokes a cigarette. I slowly start walking over towards him. Wes looks up and sees me. He nods and says something to Nicolas before meeting me half the distance.
“So, I’m guessing the weighing didn’t go too well.”
“I just realize there is no end in sight.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I make 120 pounds, I get my freedom, but it doesn’t change anything. I will still have to eat.”
“Yes. But you’ll get to eat what you want when you want.” He doesn’t argue with me, not really. Just points out the truth.
“That’s the thing I don’t want to eat, ever.”
