Not Meant for Love

chapter 6-phone call

When I come to, I have no idea where I am. I'm laying on something hard looking at a ceiling. My thoughts unjumble themselves a little pit and I put the pieces back together. I'm on the floor of my apartment. My head is pounding. There is a metallic taste in my mouth.

Hudson hit me. I'm assuming more than once because not only is my lip throbbing, but my eye hurts really bad. The apartment is silent and the front door is wide open, so I'm assuming he's gone. I can see broken glass all over the kitchen floor and by the door, looks like he threw the vodka bottle and it shattered. I get up and quickly realize I probably have a concussion. I'm seeing two of everything and the world is spinning. I somehow make it back to my room. I taste so much blood. I call Lainey and she doesn't answer. She wouldn't even be able to help for hours anyway. I call Avery, but she doesn't answer, which makes sense as it is three in the morning on a Thursday. I don't want my family to know, so my only option is to stay here by myself or to call Carter. I want to be able to handle this by myself, but I am terrified he's going to come back tonight. When I start thinking I'm going to pass out, I call Carter.

The phone rings and rings. I'm losing hope he's going to answer. I'm going to have to stay here by myself. Right when I've decided he isn't going to answer and I'm about to hang up I hear a  faint hello.

Hearing someone else's voice sends me over the edge. Tears are streaming faster and faster don't my face. The saltiness mixing with the taste from the blood makes me want to gag. I can't tell him what happened but I need him to stay with me.

"Carter it'sAddy. I was thinking maybe if you're not busy, you could come over. I don't want to be by myself. Livvys still not here and no one else will answer. Something happened. Ummm"

I'm not sure he's going to be able to understand what I'm saying because I'm hyperventilating through my sentences while sobbing.

"I need someone to stay with me.  The doors open. I don't know if he's coming back. I'm scared." My voice is barely a whisper at this point. I'm seeing a lot of black spots. I think if I played connect the dots it would make a dog.

"Where are you" I can hear him say, but it sounds so blurry. Man, I'm tired.

"Home" is the last thing I'm able to get out before the darkness takes over once again.
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Someone is shaking me. "Addison. Wake up. Hey. Come on, Addison wake up."  Carter's voice has gotten so deep since the last time I heard it. Why is he here? Oh man, why do I hurt so bad?

Hudson. Carter's clothes. Head Hurts. Blood still in my mouth. I'm not in my bed. Back on the floor? He's probably not waking me up because it's morning.

I can feel the tears in my eyes before I even open them. What I wasn't expecting was to see Lucas kneeling beside me instead of Carter, I think that's what I'm seeing. Really there's two Lucas's but I'm assuming I'm making one up. Maybe I'm making both up. Why would he here? Am I dreaming still?

I pull back my tears and put on a little smile to play the part to get him out of here. I should not have called him. "Either you're not Carter or I hit my head harder than I thought." I need to get him to leave. I should have never called. I'm hoping my face doesn't look as bad as it feels.

"What happened?" Definitely Lukes voice. He is really here in my apartment. I don't have panties on. I do a quick check and make sure my t-shirt is down far enough that my vagina isn't out saying hello.

"Guess I drank a little too much and tripped. Broke the bottle on my way down. " I push myself up into a sitting position on the floor and turn my head away from him. "I should probably just get in bed and sleep the alcohol off." I need to sleep, so I can think of a game plan. Fuck I should never have called. Why is he even here? Where is Carter? My pussy throbs a little bit, seeing him here in my apartment. Now is not the time for all of that, I think.

"Nows not the fucking time for lies, who is he?"

"I already said I tripped, it's nothing."

"You have bruises in the shape of a hand of both your wrist, a black eye, a busted lip, and a concussion. This isn't a slip and fall injury. What the fuck happened?" He lightly grabs my chin and turns it, so I'm looking right into his eyes.

Fortunately the pools of tears are blocking my eyes from seeing his otherwise I would  melt right into them. He touched me. His fingers feel so soft on my chin. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This forces the tears resting on my eyes so slip out and run down my face.

When the tears start running, he sighs. "You're going to have to talk about it at some point." That's not going to happen.

"I'm sorry I called" My voice is barely audible I'm not sure he heard it.

"Carter's blacked out at home and couldn't hear his phone ringing. I figured it was important if you were calling this late".

I squeeze my eyes shut harder, trying to hold in the sobs, hating the situation I'm in. I feel his thumb brush away the tears on my cheek.

"You should probably get in bed."

I push myself up off the floor but quickly lose my balance. He catches me as I fall right into his arms. In any other circumstance I would be overjoyed. I'm wrapped in his arms, pressed up against his chest. He smells like heaven if heaven was Dolce and Gabbana light blue ( Livvy would love this) with a tad bit of something spicy. I never want to move out of this position.

Unfortunately he doesn't feel the same as he pulls back after a couple seconds. He guides me into bed and pulls the comforter up to my shoulders. He stands awkwardly next to me for a few seconds staring before I say  "You really didn't have to come. I was just being dramatic. It's okay I'll be fine ,really. I'm going to go to sleep. Thanks for making sure I'm okay, but we can just pretend this never happened. Sorry to bother you. Can you lock the door on your way out? " Word vomit to the max. I cannot think straight and those eyes don't make it any easier.

When I hear my bedroom door shut behind him, I flip over, bury my head into the pillows, and let the tears flow.