The Blue Room Vol. 2: The Blue Room Series by Kailin Gow Read Free Book Online

a
prison.
                I
sit for a while, staring straight ahead, trying to decide what to do. No
Internet, no live TV, no real connection with the outside world. No real
connection with anyone in here. I can't call Terrence, for obvious reasons.
Part of me longs to call the only family I have left – but I'm not sure I'd be
able to stand lying to my mother about my real plans for Thursday night. And I
know that Mrs. Walters would have me shot like Roz if my mascara runs because
of tears.
                I
flick through my contacts, and at last settle on one.
                CALLING...BEN....
The phone lights up.
                “Hello?”
He almost sounds confused.
                “Hey,”
I say. “I'm sorry – this is stupid...”
                “No...”
His voice sounds sincere, now. Sweet. “What is it?”
                “I've
got a date in an hour...”
                “Oh?
But I thought...”
                “Just
a dinner date. Maybe a dinner-and-dirty-talk date, I don't know. Some kinky guy
who likes...a whole lot.”
                “What's
his code name?”
                “Mr.
S.”
                I
can hear him wincing on the other side of the phone.
                “Anyway,
I'm not allowed to move or eat or do anything because of this stupid tight
dress I'm wearing – and all this stupid makeup.”
                “You
want me to come over?”
                Instinctively,
I nod.
                “Do
you mind?”
                “I'll
bring some soda,” he says, “And really tiny straws. They won't muss up your
makeup, I promise.”
                Ben
turns up at my door barely five minutes later. He's all dressed up, too – in a
suit rather more tailored than that he normally wears as a bartender.
                “You
brought the soda?” I ask him.
                “I
brought something better.” He sits next to me on the bed.
                “What?”
                “Listen
– I'm going to preface this with a conversation about how you should really
only use these with a prescription, and how you probably shouldn't take them at
all, since your body is a temple and you don't want to mess with it, and how
you should definitely, definitely not spread it around that I'm where
you got these, since my contact's having enough trouble keeping his
prescription already...but...”
                He
hands me a box full of tiny yellow pills.
                “What
is this?”
                “Diazepam.
Valium. It's legal – just...you know...controlled.”
                “It's
not like anything we do here is legal, anyway,” I say.
                “It
calms you down. Relaxes you, a bit. Just take one or two and you'll feel
better.” His voice turns hollow. “I always do.”
                He
takes one pill himself, swallowing it without even drinking any water. I guess
he's used to it by now.
                “One
or two, you say?”
                I
take three.
                “There's
something else,” he says. “You should be pretty careful about drinking. You're
not supposed to drink at all – it'll make you sleepy and lower your heart rate
and could kill you. In practice – just be smart – take a few sips of wine to be
polite, but remember – every sip you take worsens the effects.”
                “I
could use some worsening effects right about now,” I say.
                “You
won't even have to sleep with this guy,” Ben says. “What's the problem? You've
got Mr. X. already this weekend?”
                “I
don't know...” I sigh. “I feel like I've been so focused on Mr. X. that I'm not
even sure I can deal with thinking about a different