Behind The Scenes

25. Jo

"Hero..." I look for him among the pillows. "Hero, where are you?" I get out of bed and go into the living room to see if he is there. No... Where the hell is he? I check the phone: no text, no calls He's making me worry. I hate him when he does that, when he runs away without saying anything.
I decide to call him. It rings.
"The answering machine of..."
Fuck off! What the hell is he doing? I'm almost completely lucid now, I don't remember anything, I exaggerated tonight. I remember screaming at each other but I don't remember why. Wait yeah, I kissed that boy. I sure told him without thinking... I'm stupid. Obviously he was pissed off, but what was he doing with that... beautiful girl?
A light bulb lights up in my head: I have his position on my phone! I immediately look at where he is, he cannot have gone that far without a car. Indeed. He's just a block further from here... what's there? Ugh.
I don't waste time changing, I put on a pair of slippers and leave the house. I don't care if they look at how I am, I just hope I don't catch my boyfriend in the act...
It's four in the morning and I have to admit that leaving the house all alone in a big city like LA upsets me a bit. I follow the directions given to me by the navigator, I just have to turn the corner one block ahead, go straight ahead and I'm there.
Here is the corner. A drunk man staggers down the street. I walk quickly without paying attention to him, but he crosses the street quickly without my noticing and I find his breath on my neck...
"Hi, baby doll" he gives me a wicked smile and puts his hands on my hips. "How come here all alone?" he smells my hair.
"I'm looking for a person, I'm in a hurry. Please let me go" fear shines through my words. I try to free myself from his grip. "Please..."
A door behind us opens.
It was really fun, Hero! I'm sorry you have to go home!" a female voice with a subtle English accent giggles. She said Hero.
"Hero!" I yell trying to get his attention. "Help me please!"
That worm is still on me and holds me really tight, I can't get out of my way. He looks at my cleavage and places a hand on one of my breasts.
"Don't allow..." I burst into tears.
"What is it, whore? Do you need your hero to come and save you? You don't have any heroes!"
"Hero! I'm Jo! Help me!"
When he hears my name I hear him say to the girl, "Jess, I'm so sorry" and he walks away from the door.
"What's going on out there?" she goes away too and follows him. When she sees the scene she puts her hands to her mouth.
"You filthy bastard!" he plants a punch in the man's face causing him to stagger backwards.
The girl reaches me and hugs me. "Are you okay? Did he touch you?"
I hold her tight, I don't even know who she is but I don't care. "Yes, he... here" and I point to the zone where he dared to touch my body.
Hero unloads another handful of good strong punches. He'll kill him!
"Hero! That's enough! You'll kill him!" I take him from the shoulders and make him rise from the ground.
"He molested you!" he is furious.
"Watch me! He has learned, I think."
The man after several attempts manages to get up and goes away.
"You see? He went away."
"That bastard deserves jail!" he yells.
"You're right, but we don't even know who he is. Let's go home."
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me as if he could lose me at any moment.
I smile at him. "It's okay."
The girl is still here, she fakes a cough. "Better go, goodnight guys. Oh, Jo, I'm Jessica."
"Nice to meet you, thank you" I smile at her and say goodbye to her with a wave of her hand.

Once home, I immediately put on my pajamas and take off my make-up.
"Honey, we need to dress the wounds you have on your knuckles." That honey sounds strange on my mouth.
He smiles at me and follows me into the bathroom. "It's strange that you call me honey, after all the insults you threw in my face before" he says suddenly, giggling... he's drunk.
"How much have you drunk? And then, what insults?" I ask confused as I soak a clean wipe of water and disinfectant and pass it over his wounds.
I notice that his eyes close by themselves, it will be better to postpone this speech until tomorrow morning...
He throws himself on the bed with a dead weight and, with difficulty, I take off his clothes leaving him only with his boxers.
"I love you" he whispers.
"Good night..."