The Resident

Chapter 35

JANEL'S POV:

I woke up the next late morning, and layed in bed as had become my usual routine now for the past few days. I didn't have anyone to cook for. And I certainly wasn't hungry. I snacked a little throughout the day, just enough to keep my blood sugar up and have a little bit in my stomach. Other than that....nothing. Some water...that's it.
I had been eyeing up the alcohol in the cabinet, though....I wonder.....

I went on all the usual social media sites that Ian set me up on with my phone.
I opened Twitter, and there, posted several times, it seemed everywhere as I scrolled down my feed, was a video of Ian Sheer's drunken night.
I clicked on one. I was shaking as it loaded, wondering what it would be. And who he'd be with. Would it be the girl from the naked pictures? I almost closed my phone and gave up. But I had to see it.
I think I just had to see HIM. But seeing HIM was a huge risk, because I might have my heart torn out of my chest, depending on what I saw.
The video finally came on and there was Ian. Walking on a street in what looked like London. Stan was holding his hand, holding him under one arm, holding him up....Ian walked all over the place, tripped over his own feet, his head was hanging low, and he looked pathetic. He looked like a sorry sight. Yep. He was drunk all right. But I'd never seen him this drunk, myself. He didn't look good.
He was in the same clothes he had worn here, last.
Ian tripped over a curb, and then some other guy ran up and helped Stan get him the rest of the way into the car. And then you could see in the car, Ian sat with his head down in his hands. He looked terrible. And sad.
I watched it a few times. It was good to see Ian, when he couldn't see me.
Tears ran down my cheeks as I watched it over and over.

Then I got a hold of myself and closed the video and scrolled down Twitter more.
Until I saw more videos and pictures of Ian.
This time he wasn't that drunk. It was inside a pub. And he was dancing with a woman.
It didn't look like the woman in the pictures. How many women does he have?
I guess that's part of being a rock star. He probably has women in every fucking town and country and state....
Then there was a picture of him dancing again. With another girl. And another. And another.....
There were six different women all together.
I guess he had a good night. Isn't that special for him?
I stared at the pictures, and the still pic of the one video, until I couldn't see it anymore, because my eyes filled with tears.

So, he went out and got drunk and met 6 women. Wonderful. Glad I woke up today. Life is GREAT.
And Bonnie says he's so heartbroken? Yeah. I can tell. Wow. He's really broken up. Poor guy.

I threw my phone across the room. It hit the wall and fell down. I didn't break. Dammit.

I wish I had someone to go out to the bar with. It was no fucking fair. I could probably pick up men. Lots of them. Only what would that do? No paparazzi would be watching ME! So Ian wouldn't even know. So that blew that plan out of the water. Fuck.
I could take selfies. Or have someone take pics, then send them to Ian?
No. That's.....just immature.
I guess I'd just sit here and do nothing.

I did text Bonnie, though. Asked her if she wanted to go out tonight. I needed it.
Maybe SHE'D tell Ian what we did. And WHO I did.
Even though I had no interest in getting close to any man whatsoever....
I needed something incriminating for Ian to see. So he doesn't think I'm sitting here lonely and pathetic while he's out finding Mrs. Every Girl in London.

I picked at some cereal without milk, and got in the shower.
Bonnie said she'd go out with me tonight. But mostly to take care of me. Because I told her I was going anyway, even if she didn't go.
I got an outfit ready for the night, and slept some more. Nothing else in life to do, but sleep. And I was good at it.

Later, after picking at some food for dinner, Bonnie showed up. She was a little bit made up, but not much. She was just in it to take care of me.
We headed out, and found a club.
The beat was great from the second we walked in. Not that I cared
I didn't care about anything now. I hadn't listened to music in days. Not a single song.
Bonnie and I went to the bar and got drinks. She ordered for me. I had NO experience at this stuff, and didn't know what anything was called. I think I heard her say "screwdriver".
Weird name for a drink. Or did she want an actual screwdriver for something?
Probably to plunge into my skull, most likely.
She was on HIS side.
I didn't know why I even told her anything, or confided in her at all. It ALL got right back to Ian.
Well now...I wanted it to.
I looked around the bar. No one special here. Then again, even if there was, I woudn't have noticed. Everyone bored me. No one was Ian. Not even close. There wasn't even a single ginger haired person in the entire place!