I can't remember how I got to this hotel room let alone a conjoined room with my dad and a girl I don't remember meeting. My head doesn't hurt but by the tell of these rooms, we have been partying all night long. I keep trying to recall the night but I can't remember anything past the point of us leaving the room. "Dad, we have to go.", I'm whispering too loud that I might wake the stranger next to him. He looks at me and gives me the look of what the fuck did we do last night. He pulls back the sheets to see if he is decent. I'm assuming he isn't by the way he shuts the sheets so fast. He nodded his head for me to leave. I try to walk as quietly as possible across the room floor that's covered in beer cans and clear cups. I also realized that I walked into that room with nothing but sheets covering my body. Once I'm in the clear in the room. I get to the bathroom and find two hickies one under my ear and the other above my left breast. I touch them and can see a dark figure but can't remember his face or how he sounded. What the fuck. I have never been this blacked-out drunk or capable of recalling the night before. I wash my face and go into the room to find that my clothes have been ripped to shreds. Who the fuck did I sleep with a werewolf. I start to laugh when I hear a knock at the door. Oh shit is he back, I mean he would have just walked in. I answer the door and there is a maid who is taller than me and has long blond hair. Before I can ask her anything she hands me a blue bag bows and walks away. I am speechless. I open the bag and find a blue dress underwear and a bra. Funny this is they are all in my sizes and fit perfectly. I don't know who this guy is but he sure does impress me by all the gestures for ruining my clothes.
My dad and I walk out of the Pairs hotel and as we walk down the strip we come to a Walgreens. I look at my dad and don't know how to say it but I just blurt it out with so much embarrassment, "Dad I need to get a Plan B." I'm sure I broke him with those words cause he just nodes at me and guides me inside. I walk down the aisle and find it. I turn it over in my hands and I don't what the feeling is inside of me that is boiling over my brick wall, but I don't want to walk to that counter and look like a fool who has to buy this. I'm not this kind of girl. I can feel the warmth of the tears boiling over my eyelids as the tears start to come out. I don't know how long my dad had been standing there or when he put his hand on my shoulder. "Look butterfly we all make mistakes, I'll go by this, take a walk outside.", he says so gently. He walks out of the store five minutes later and hands me the bag. It has the pill, ginger ale, and jolly ranchers. I look at him and want to say something, instead, he hugs me and just guides me back to the hotel.
I take the pill and eat a cherry jolly rancher with a green apple. My dad comes out of the shower and says, "You turn, hurry so we can grab our last dinner together." I nod and walk to the room. I put my hair up and look at the hickies again. I pull my hair down and decide I will wash my hair again because there is no way I'm going to wear these marks around my dad for our last night together. I get out of the shower and find a note on the bad: WENT DOWN STAIRS TO GAMBLE, CALL WHEN YOU WANT TO MEET IN THE LOBBY. I get dressed super fast and blow-dry my hair. I do light makeup, no foundation because well I just don't like the way it makes my skin feel. As I take one more look in the mirror my brown eyes lighten and I smile at myself. I know this may be weird to people but if there was anything I remember my dad looking in the mirror and just smiling at himself. I walk out the door and down the hall to the elevator, the door dings and this tall light-skinned, curly, brown-eyed man looks me in the eye. I notice he has girls surrounding him. I lower my head and move aside to let them out. I don't like this feeling deep down that I may know him. As the last girl walks out I slide in and take the deepest breath that I didn't know I was holding till it escapes my mouth. The elevator opens and the man looks at me and says in the most condescending voice, "You should probably press the button to get where you're going" My eyes go wide as he comes in and presses the lobby button. I don't know what the fuck to say to this jerk, as well as why didn't I press the goddamn button. The door dings and I slide past him and pretty much run out the door. Oh my god, I need to chill the fuck out. There have to be more than 300,000 men in Vegas just because I find one attractive doesn't mean he is the one I slept with.
My dad meets up with me in the lobby and we choose to go to Denny's like we used to when I first started at San Diego University. We laughed and talked about the funny movies we would catch when he came to visit in the fall. I also break it to him that I think California might be my end game and once I find a stable job I will keep saving for an apartment. Although he cried, he always knew that I would stay out there. New Mexico will always be my home but I need a new journey for myself. We went back to the hotel to pack our bags and fell asleep. My dreams were taunted by a stranger's face I couldn't see but my body burned by his touch. I could feel him on my skin, his breath on my neck. I jerk up and soaking wet. I quietly go to the shower and take a cold shower. I walk back into the room quietly and grab my shorts and T-shirt. I walk back to the bathroom to change. I'm fine, I'm okay, and I will let this go. I walk back to the room repeating my mantra to get to sleep.
We went to the airport early the next morning and had to walk our separate ways. His flight left an hour before mine and we were already making a long hug too. "Make sure you call when you land and when you get back to the dorm. I would also like photos of the room and new roommate." He said with cracks in his voice. I nod at him because I know that if I speak I will start to cry. I don't think ever leaving him to go back home alone, will ever change the feeling of me leaving him all alone and having to grow up in a world where eventually he will not be part of. I love my dad, more than he will ever know. He is my biggest fan as I am his and I hope he eventually finds someone to love him, to make those nights a little less lonely. Ugh and those damn t.v. Dinners be never part of his life again. I sit down and wait for my flight when all of a sudden I notice a familiar man sitting two rows from me on his phone. You got to be fucking kidding me. This jerk better not be getting on my flight. As an hour goes by I try to distract myself and watch shows, drink my coffee, and not stare in his direction. He doesn't even notice me. The flight attendant lets us know the plane is here and will be ready in 30 minutes I notice that dick moves closer. You have to be fucking kidding me. The 30 minutes are too long for me that when she finally starts calling people he is one of the first people to get up and of course be in the first class area. I can't believe I have to ride back with someone who makes me feel like, ugh I don't even know what the fuck this feeling is. Well, at least this will be the last time I will see him.