Who to Trust?

Ch 3 - Morning After

Previously on Who to Trust?

"I'm scared".

What? Why is he scared? I don't think I had the time to consider how or why he would be scared as he needed comfort here and now. I moved forward, wrapping my arms around his chest and resting my head on his shoulder. I never felt him move to complete the hug, but I stayed regardless. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I could hear Sean and Poki attempt to talk to Corpse but he stayed silent. I could tell he was hurting, his breathing was erratic, like he was crying, but I know his face wasn't portraying his emotions as accurately as his body was. I was the only one knowing he was hurting right now.

I just want to be able to help him. To take some of the burdens off of his shoulders.

~=Corpse=~

The first thing I was greeted when I awoke from my not-so-great slumber to pain. My throat was on bloody fire. I feel my body attempt to groan but nothing comes out. My eyes turn to slits as I take in the insignificance of the roof.

Slowly sitting up, I rubbed at my forehead before clearing my eyes of sleep. I look around, trying to gain baring as to where I am. There are cups, bottles and food scraps everywhere. I go to move off of the couch I apparently slept on, pressing on the broken hand that I had somehow forgotten I had. A low, guttural sound escaped my lips as pain flared up my arm. I sit there for a few minutes as I look at the hand that has been bandaged, letting the pain die down to a dull, yet still painful, throb. I see movement in my peripherals and my gaze shifts over to the other side of the couch. I see Lexi curled up near my feet. I remember her taking care of my hand last night.

Guess she stayed with me in case I needed anything. I fondly thought. I'd have to buy her something to thank her. I slowly get up, very conscious of my hand before moving the blanket that was on me to her. I could see her minuscule shivering stop, the blanket still warm from being on me. I give her a shoulder a gentle squeeze before moving towards the kitchen to get a drink of water. I attempt to hum a few times a minute to gradually ease my voice back into working order, the water will certainly help. I'm standing in a quiet kitchen, a clear contrast to the loud party that was last night.

I look at the clock on the microwave. 5:41 am. Another night with only a couple of hours of sleep. No one will be waking up any time soon. I once again think back to the party that occurred over the night. One specific event cementing itself in my memory. I don't think I'll ever forget my... Ex... blowing two guys at the same time. I don't realise I've begun squeezing my hand until the glass in my hand cracks a bit, the water leaking out in drops. Fuck. I can feel myself spiralling down within my own thoughts, getting angrier and angrier. I think I'm saved from doing something dangerous or destructive as I hear a croaky voice.

"Corpse?" I look up, seeing Lexi walking towards me, her hair in slight disarray, blanket wrapped around her. "Hey". Holy shit. I didn't know my voice could get this low. I guess alcohol plus morning voice equals sub-bass Corpse. "What're you doing awake?" She couldn't have had more sleep than myself, how the hell is she conscious right now?

"Um, I heard a crack or something. Didn't know if anything happened and I didn't see you so I came to check it out." I wasn't going to say anything about the glass, but apparently, me taking a quick glance at the sink was all she needed as she started towards it. Right before she got there, I moved in front of her, my larger frame completely blocking the sink from view as she tilted her head to look up at me, a frown on her face. "Corpse, move." I don't say anything nor do I make any attempt at moving, just staring at her.

"Corpse, if you don't move your muscled ass right now, I will... hurt you!" Is she serious? I had my heart ripped out like 4 hours ago and I have a broken hand. I don't think she meant it in a bad way, just trying to cheer me up, but I didn't want to be cheered up. "What can you do that hasn't already been done?" I almost wince at the sound of my own voice. I sound miserable. Fuck this, I don't need her to see me like this. I don't even know why I was hiding the glass, it could've easily been explained away, but now it's suspicious. I don't care anymore, I need to leave. Patting my pockets, I'm relieved to feel my phone, wallet and keys within before I start making my way to the front door.