TIME CHECK: 8:00pm.

Adore's POV:

We arrive at the bar, and since I know this place doesn't check for ID, I immediately go and order some drinks for Darienne and I, none for Bianca because she doesn't drink, so she goes with Darienne to find us a table. Bianca and I haven't spoken in private yet, and we haven't talked to each other the whole care ride, but I'm trying to change that by the end of the night.

The show is starting, so I walk the drinks over to the table and sit next to Darienne. I look at them, and they both look surprised to see me. "What? Did I scare you guys?" I ask while chuckling. Bianca smiles and says she'll be right back and walks to the bathroom. "What was that about?" I ask Darienne. "Hey, when somebody has to go, they have to go." She shrugs. We both take a big swallow of our hard drinks...

"...and that's what I last remember." I say to Courtney. I rub my head in agony. I don't remember anything happening after that, not even how I got into Courtney's house. This all just feels so... staged-- like nothing even happened. I've been hungover before, but not like this. "Well you have to be more careful, Adore. I mean, thank goodness I was there when I was, or something terrible
might've happened." she says while getting up and walking to the bedroom door. Before she leaves, I ask "What were you doing there? And what happened?" She stops and turns around to look very nervous. "I was there as a performer. Sometimes I perform there for fun." she replies. "But what happened?" I ask again. She hesitates for a moment. "Well... you were in a fight with Bianca, but you were drunk, so I stepped in and then I took you here." she says. Oh my gosh. I feel really bad. I need to call Bianca and apologize before this blows out of proportion. "Where's my purse at? I need to call Bianca and apologize." I ask, but I spot it quickly and walk over to it. As soon as I reach for it, she snatches it away from me. "What are you doing?" I ask. "You can call Bianca later. Right now you need to rest and get better." she says as she ushers me back to her bed. I'm not even sick, I feel fine. I get back in bed and she says "I'll be back to check on you." Before I can say anything, she rushes out of the room. What the hell was that?

It's been around 5 minutes or so, and Courtney hasn't come back to to check up on me, no matter how many times I banged on the door, screamed at the top of my lungs, or threaten to smash everything in her room. This is complete torture, and I haven't eaten since last night, so that's making me even more irritated. I walk over to the window and I catch a glimpse of myself. I jump back a little not knowing I still had makeup on from yesterday, as well as my wig. Thank you for changing my clothes but not my makeup, Courtney. I walk into the bathroom and get a better look at the tragedy that is my face. This is the problem that somebody has to deal with the future.

10 minutes has passed, and after a long struggle, I have removed all of my makeup with water and an extra one of her wash cloths. Funny, a drag queen without makeup wipes. I wipe my forehead of the struggle I had, but then I feel the hairline of my wig. I sigh, as it's another task, yet probably the easiest. I take of my wig, and my cap, and I walk back over to the bedroom door. Since Courtney won't answer me, I have no other choice. I back up a few steps, then run as fast as I could into the door. Thank god it opened, I'm not bruising up my other shoulder.

As I hold my shoulder to try and stop the blood from excessive flowing, I walk down the hallway yelling for Courtney. I walk downstairs, still yelling Courtney's name, but Courtney's mother comes out of the kitchen, to my surprise. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Jenek." I say, awkwardly smiling. "Adore, what a surprise to see you still here." She says, smiling, but her smile turns into a jaw drop while she looks at my arm. "Oh, honey, what happened to your shoulder?!" She takes my hand off of my shoulder to get a better look at the bruise. "Honestly, it doesn't hurt that much. I just need to know where Courtney is." She walks me over to the couch and we both sit down. "Well Courtney went out for a minute, but I'm sure she'll be back. But what are you doing here so early, and how did you get that nasty bruise?" I actually like Mrs. Jenek, she and Ms. Haylock are the coolest moms I know, so I can't purposely lie to them. "Well, I don't know, honestly. One minute, I'm out having a good time with Bianca and Darienne, but then I wake up in Courtney's room. I just don't know what fully happened." She has a confused look on her face. "Well, Courtney said that you and Bianca got into a nasty argument that turned physical, and she took you here to be safe. I raise my eyebrow and slowly shake my head. "Oh ok. Oh, and I kind of broke your son's door. That's how I got the bruise." "Why did you break the door?" "Well, I've been locked in her bedroom for a while without any food or entertainment, and she took my phone and purse, so I battered the door down. I'm so sorry." She looks at me understandingly. "Oh, it's OK, honey. I understand." I love her so much, as if she's my own. "Well, I know you must be starving, so how about I cook you some breakfast?" "You know what? Sure. It's not like I can go anywhere on a Tuesday morning." I say. Who truly cares about school? Although, I should check up on Bianca and Darienne and make sure they're okay. Meh, I'm sure they're fine... I hope.

An hour has passed, and still no Courtney. I'm not going to wait on her forever so I'm going to leave. As I walk to the door, I realize I don't have my car keys, not my car. And I'm pretty sure there is no bus stop for a mile or so. I walk into the kitchen to find her bent over cleaning up some food she dropped. If I wasn't gay, this would be so hot. I walk up to her and ask her if I could get a ride to the nearest bus stop. "Oh, don't be silly. I'll take you home myself." "You're so awesome. Thank you!" "Oh, anytime. And I think this is yours." She hands me my purse. "Where did you find it?" "Behind the TV in the dining room. She hides a lot of her things behind there, but she doesn't know I know." We just laugh and walk out of the kitchen and out of the house.

Time check: 12:42pm.

I arrive at my apartment, and I thank Mrs. Jenek. "It's not a problem honey. And as soon as she gets home, I'll talk to her." She says sternly. I thank her and walk back as she drives off. I step into my apartment and I immediately charge my phone. I sit down on the couch and contemplate everything that has happened in the past 24 hours for the third time today. Why would Courtney basically hold me hostage? Why did she lie? Why did Bianca and I get into a fight? Then I think back to 9th grade of how a verbal fight led to a 3-4 year relationship. I sigh, taking myself into a deep thought. If only life was as easy as before.

Suddenly, there's a knock on my door. I look at the clock, because I'm not planning on anybody coming over. I walk to the door and look through the peephole, only seeing a black hoodie and a navy blue hoodie, but they're faces are illegible. I say "who is it?", but in spanish. Yup, I'm a bilingual bitch. They don't respond, only knock again. I'm kind of getting worried now, I mean everybody I know is currently at school, I believe. And family members are either exiled from my life or just lives too far to visit me daily. I grab my baseball bat and hide it behind my back, as I slowly open the door. It revealed Dela and Laganja. I'm confused, bit relieved it wasn't any stranger. They both look worried, and even if they didn't, I could tell, because they both hugged me for a long moment. I secretly slide the baseball bat into the corner without noticing. "Oh my gosh thank goodness you are okay. We were so worried about you!" Dela says. "Why would you be worried, I'm fine." I say as they let go of me and walk in. Something seems wrong. Their energy is weird. "Well you haven't been answering our calls or messages, so we couldn't help but worry." Laganja says. It's nice to see friends (I guess I consider Laganja a friend, despite the things we went through) who care about me enough to check on me and make sure I'm alright
"My phone was dead and I just got in a little before y'all came over." I say. They look at each other and smirked and nod. "Well that explains why Bianca wasn't at school." Dela says. Wait what? Bianca never misses school, not even for doctor appointments and stuff... It's not even like her. Before I could respond, Laganja says "It was strange because she never misses school, but since she's here, I guess there's no need to worry." "Who said she was here?" I asked, trying to be sly. I don't want them to add drama to some already-fucked up drama that I don't even remember. Until I patch up memory and get the full details, I have to keep what happened under wraps. "Well Darienne said she left early, and Courtney said that she left with you and Bianca and dropped you both off home." Dela says. Courtney went to school today? There's something fishy about all of this. I'm getting to many stories and all of them are different, and all of them aren't helping my fucking memory!

"Give me a second." I say as I walk over to my phone on the charger. I pick it up, go to contacts, and press on Bianca's number. Last time I called her was before June, so I hope that it didn't change. Thankfully, it's the same phone number,but she doesn't pick up. I do the next best thing and phone Darienne. Same with Bianca, I haven't phoned her in a while, but she actually picks up. Though she answers, she answers with a very big attitude.

To be continued...