Hazel
Five days later…
As my flighttouches down in Houston, I am once again thankful that I didn’t have to fly with Andrew and Dylan. I’m still so angry at both of them. A Bang Book? Really? What kind of men play games like this? Not a man
“Bye Hazel, see you on the next flight!”
I smile at the flight attendant whose name I always forget and do a little wave as I roll my suitcase off the plane. It’s nice to fly with this crew. I know it isn’t as exciting as international flights, but I’m so much happier flying national right now.
I flag down a taxi and ride to my hotel. I am dead tired but every time I think of the Bang Book, I get all energized with anger. How am I ever going to get any rest?
I do fall asleep but when I wake up, my thoughts go straight to Andrew and Dylan. They call me every morning, but I don’t answer. They send text messages that I delete. All I want to do is ignore them.
I refuse to listen to their lame excuses. The worst would be that they would say this game keeps them entertained. Sleeping with a woman shouldn’t be a part of a game. It’s disgraceful. You don’t treat women that way.
Every morning when the phone rings, I get to thinking that they are trying to get me in bed again so that they can earn more points. The one who gets me back in bed will probably score five more points in the game. This just makes me sick.
The text message bell rings, and although I want to ignore it- I check my phone. It’s the front office wanting me to call them.
When I call, they have the worst news for me. I have to take an international flight because one of the flight attendants had to call off.Fuck.
The pit of my stomach feels like there is a big stone weighing it down.
“Are you sure you can’t get someone else?” I ask.
“Sorry Hazel, we know how you feel about international flights, so we tried everyone else first.”
“Well thanks Eunice. If I get ready now, I’ll be there on time. Give me the details.”
Eunice gives me the details and I rush around my hotel room repacking things and getting dressed. I was supposed to be off today. I feel the stress stiffening my body- I really needed this day to rest.
Rushing out of the room, I trip and rip my pantyhose. I’ll have to change at the airport because I’m running late. The taxi driver helps me with my bags, and he zooms off towards the airport. I get there with plenty of time to get a coffee.
Ordering a chai latte is always the highlight of my pre-flight check-in. I love the cinnamon and the creamy taste of the milk. I’m taking my first sip when Andrew and Dylan confront me.
“Hazel, we have to talk,” Dylan says.
I grab my bags and try to get away from them. But they are blocking me so that I can’t run away.
“Move and let me get out of here!” I shout.
Andrew puts his hand on my shoulder, and I violently push him away. He is shocked at my behavior, but I don’t care.
“Please Hazel, we really need to talk to you,” Dylan says.
“I don’t ever want to talk to either of you again.”
“You can’t mean that,” Dylan says.
Andrew steps into my way and talks right into my face.
“This is really rich coming from a woman that fucked the both of us without either of us knowing.”
I feel my face starting to get hot. My stomach feels like it is churning acid. I can feel the bile coming up my throat.
“How dare you!” I hiss.
“Andrew, stop this,” Dylan says.