Chapter Thirty-Nine: Kitty Blues:

Around two in the morning, there came a knock on my door. A puzzled look came over my face.

Who the hell…

I got up and walked over to the door. I peeked outside to see Kitty at my door. She looked as if she had been crying. Concerned, I pulled open the door. Sure enough, her make-up had been smeared with tears. More kept coming on the way, in fact. Her fists trembled at her sides.

“Kitty?” I asked. “Kitty, what’s the matter?” She didn’t speak at first. Her lower lip trembled along with her fists.

“May I come in, please?” she whimpered. “I am having a really bad night!” I just went really quiet from there.

“Uh…” I managed to say. “Sure.” She leaned up against me, crying. I hesitated to take her into my arms. I am not used to seeing strong girls crying. Beth crying really does not help either.

“I’ll go get the vodka,” I muttered. She only sobbed at my chest.

Kitty sat on my living room couch, drinking and crying. She didn’t even take the glass. I watched as she downed the first bottle of the night.

“Uh… what happened?” I asked. Kitty glanced over at me. I put up my hands.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” I said. She took another drink.

“I hate those bastards!” she wailed. I looked at her with a stoic face.

“People at work?” I asked.

“Yes!” she blurted out.

“What happened this time?” I asked. Kitty waved her hand at me.

“Oh, you want more vodka?” I asked. She only let out a loud sob. I put up my hands.

“Okay, okay,” I said. “Lucky that I keep a good stock.” I got up and went into the kitchen. When I came back with a fresh bottle, Kitty snatched it out of my hand and drank it up. I blinked at her.

“Damn,” I said. “Don’t drown yourself tonight!” Kitty finished up that bottle before I could even finish my sentence.

“Another!” she screamed.

“Whoa!” I said. “Slow down there, lady!” She gave me an evil, drunk look in her eyes. I quickly put up my hands.

“Okay, okay,” I said.

“Another!” she wailed.

“Okay…” I said uneasily. Then, I slowly made my way back to the kitchen. Just from moment one, I had a bad feeling about this.

“Assholes!” Kitty complained over her third drink. “What do they think I am, a whore?!?” I didn’t dare speak. She won’t listen once she’s in the middle of one of her rants.

“My stupid manager wanted to do a nude shot for this trashy magazine!” she wailed. Okay, she’s had too much when she slurred out magazine.

“I don’t do that shit!” Kitty yelled. She downed another bottle. “More!”

“No, that’s enough,” I said. She glared at me.

“I want more!” she yelled. Kitty tried to leap at me, but stumbled over to the hard wood floor instead. I managed to catch her in time, but she pulled me down to the floor with her in the process. We both crashed landed with her mouth against my jeans. Her teeth pressed into my thigh.

“You alright?” I asked as I looked down at her while pushing myself into sitting. I paused when I heard sobbing.

“Kitty?” I asked. “Beth?” She looked up at me with big, drunk, teary eyes.

“Why am I even doing this anymore?!?” she wailed. “Those bastards only treat me like a slave! Modeling was fun in the beginning, but now… but now…” She paused and her hand flew over her mouth. I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Kitty?” I asked.

“Excuse me!” she yelped. She raced all the way to my bathroom. I followed her once the sounding of vomiting filled the air. Oh boy, I thought. I walked into the bathroom and stood over her.

“You alright?” I asked. Kitty sat up on her knees.

“Oh god!” she wailed as she rested her head against my chest. “I don’t want to do this anymore! I don’t want to do this anymore!” I patted her on the back.

“Then why don’t you stop all of it?” I asked. She looked up at me with those big eyes of hers.

“Stop?” Kitty asked. I nodded at her.

“Yes,” I said. “If that’s what you really want.” Kitty thought about that in her semi-drunk state of mind for a moment. Then, she shook her head.

“No?” I asked.

“I may be just a slave with a pretty face to them, but I still love my career never the less,” she explained.

“Then, why not take control of it for yourself and put your foot down to them?” I offered. “Complaining to me all the time and drinking won’t work.” Kitty sat back in thought on suggestion.

“Yeah!” she said. “I’ll take back my career from those greedy bastards!”

“But do it sober first,” I said. She was about to speak when her hand flew over her mouth again. She turned back to the toilet and threw up a second round. My eyes rolled to the ceiling.

Oh boy…, I thought.