Every day that I had been home he was calling. Kelly would answer the phone and throw it at me when she heard his voice. She couldn't stand him or what he had done. "I miss you. I want you to come back. I was wrong! I swear it won't happen again." "I'm not coming back Ronnie, you can forget it." "I'll send you money to get your passport and I will book the flight once you receive it. You're coming back. I can't live without you here."
A few weeks went by and I had gotten my passport picture taken and went to the office to do the application. When I finally got the passport I didn't tell him. I wasn't ready to go back to him. I cared about him, but I couldn't believe he could hurt me the way he did. I was living with Kelly at the time and trying to find a job, but nothing was coming together for me. As the time went by, he was being his old self again and it managed to conjure up all the old feelings. Maybe it was a mistake because of the impression his boys were leaving on him. He had never done it before, maybe he'll never do it again!
"I got my passport yesterday." "Great, I'll book you a flight for Friday and send you money for a bus ticket to Seattle." I was still nervous to go, but figured I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Once I made it to Seattle, his friend Aaron picked me up from the bus station and drove me to the airport. I had a few hours before the flight and I was really hungry so I asked Aaron to stop at get me some fried chicken from Ezells Kitchen in South Seattle. It was on the way from the downtown bus station to the airport, so I figured it wouldn't be a problem. "Ronnie said to take you straight to the airport and that's it. I'm not stopping no where."
As soon as I got on the flight I asked the stewardess for a bag of pretzels. I ate those really fast and downed a bottle of water. When the flight was in taxi to the runway, I began feeling nauseous. I sat through take off and the moment the seat belt sign came off I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I had never gotten motion sickness before so I thought it was because I was hungry and ate too fast.
When I arrived in Las Vegas, Ronnie picked me up from the airport. As we approached Joe's house I demanded him to stop at the convenience store. "I need a V8 and I need it RIGHT NOW!!!" "Damn, ok!" He hadn't even fully stopped the car and I had already opened my door. I ran in and straight to the fridge and grabbed a V8. I opened it and drank the entire can in one sip. It wasn't until I took the can away from lips that I had realized I grabbed the spicy one, which burned my throat more than anything. He came in the store and asked if there was anything else I wanted. I shook my head and he paid for the can of V8.
A week went by and we didn't fight. He went to train for his fighting and I would stay at the house with Joe. "We're just staying here until I can get the team to pay for a place for us." There were three girls living there with Joe already and that other guy I had met the last time I was at Joe's had moved out. One of the girls was about seven months pregnant and heading home at the end of the month. The other two were friends from high school and both working for Joe, but Sunshine was his main girl. She worked during the day while Minx worked at night.
When Alisha went home to her parents at the end of the month to relax before having the baby, the house was a lot calmer. She was always high strung and talked real loud. Sunshine and Minx would spend most of the evenings together between work, going for lunch, working out and tanning or shopping. They never really accepted me into the house, but made sure to talk with Ronnie whenever he was around like I wasn't there. One day I was left with Joe alone and we sat playing video games and joking around. When Ronnie came in I knew he didn't like what he saw, but nothing was happening. "Go to the room." I got up and went into the bedroom him and I had been staying in. I could here him talking to Joe, but Joe just told him that he was trippin' and needed to chill. When Ronnie came in the room he told me to pack my things because he was taking me to a hotel.
When we got to the hotel he pulled up in front and told me to wait in the car. He went inside and paid for the room and came back. He handed me the key and told me to stay there until Sunday. I had a whole weekend in the hotel and I was happy about it. I just didn't realize he wasn't going to be staying with me, but that was a welcomed break. I got my things from the trunk and watched as he drove back towards Joe's house. The hotel he took me to wasn't too far from the house, but in that heat, there was no distance close enough for walking.
I went to the room and settled in. I watched a couple movies, took a relaxing bath and then realized I had no money for food or anything. So I called over to Joe's house and asked if Ronnie had come back. Ronnie got on the phone and sharply asked what it was that I wanted. I said "I have no money for food." "Order room service." "Alright. Goodbye." "Corey. Don't call the house cause I'm not going to be here. I have to train all weekend. I'll pick you up at check out on Sunday." "Ok, goodbye." Room service?
Check out was at noon on Sunday and everything was paid for on a credit card. I have no idea whose credit card it was, but I know I didn't have to worry about it. I sat out in front of the hotel where he had dropped me off. I tried calling the house before going downstairs, but there was no answer so I figured he was downstairs waiting already. I waited for about an hour before going into the hotel and asking them to call the house for me again, but there was still no answer. I figured he was caught up with training, but he said he would be here. After another hour passed I decided to bare the heat and walk to the house. It was only about five blocks and I didn't have that much to carry.
When I got to the house I noticed that the door was ajar. I knocked. "Hello? Anybody home?" I gently nudged the door open more and could see into the living room. Nothing was there. The big screen television, the sectional leather sofa, the tables and paintings... they were all gone. I walked into the house still calling out to see if someone was there. I checked all the rooms, but everything had been moved out and no one was there. I had been abandoned. I guess this was payback for going home. I knew I shouldn't have come back. How stupid was I?
I didn't know what to do or where to go. I sat on the empty living room floor crying. I didn't have any money and I had no way to get home. Then I remembered someone telling me that an old friend had moved to Las Vegas a couple years back. I also knew the house phone had not yet been disconnected. So I quickly ran over to a neighbors house and asked if I can borrow their phone. "Sure come in." "No, I don't think you understand, I need to actually take your phone to my house and make long distance calls. I will bring it back. I'm right over in that place right there." As he handed me the phone I could tell that he was thinking this was the strangest thing anyone has ever asked of him, but he let me borrow it and I made call after call trying to locate Nicky.
After hours had gone by, the phone rang. "Hello?" "Who is this?" "This is Corey. Who is this?" "Nicky. Corey who?" "From Vancouver." "WOW! Where are you? What are you doing?" "Actually, that's why I'm calling you. Can you come get me and I will explain everything to you." "Sure, where are you?" I gave her the address and waited for her to arrive. When she got there, she walked in to see the empty place and asked what had happened. I explained everything and she walked me to the neighbors house to return the phone.
"Did you get any sleep?" "No." "Are you going to tell me what is going on?" "It is a really long story and the first thing I want to tell you is that I love you and I'm sorry." "I'm not worried about that right now Corey. I'm concerned as to why you showed up on my door step with no shoes or cloths and drenched to the bone."
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