Master turned Soft

(5)

Kendall's pov-

My head was throbbing. And my mouth was desert dry.

"Ow"

"Here"

I jumped and opened my eyes to Julian holding out his hand. I looked at him confused.

"Medicine. For the head. And water."

I looked around and noticed that this was not my bed. And these are not my clothes.

"Oh my god. Did we-"

"No." He laughed. "The dress smelled like a club so I changed you. I didn't look. I promise. Now take these"

I grabbed the cup and pills from him.

"I don't remember anything after getting in your car" I looked around again, "is this your bed?"

"Yeah. I slept in the guest room down the hall"

"Why didn't you sleep here and put me in there?"

"This bed is far more comfortable." He shrugged. "Do you want breakfast?"

"You've been generous already, I should probably go home." I said softly.

"That wasn't the question."

"No thank you. I'd probably throw it up."

"When I said go out for a drink, I didn't mean get plastered before the night is over." He said walking to his closet.

"I lost count of drinks. I was fine one minute then had blurry vision the next."

"At least you called me instead of drove. I'll drop you home." He said throwing on a sweatshirt. It was funny seeing him outside of a button up and dress pants.

"Thank you."

***

"Call me if you need anything." He said as I was getting out of the car.

"I will. And I'll return your clothes."

"I'm not too worried about the clothes." He laughed.

"Still." I smiled, "thank you again."

"Of course. Have a good day"

"You too" I closed the car door and waved before walking inside. My phone started ringing. Without looking I answered it. "Kendall"

"Hey"

"Hayden?"

"Damn. First name basis?" He laughed.

"Considering I haven't heard from you in a week, yeah."

"I got busy." He said nonchalantly.

"Consider me busy then" I hung up and shook my head. I went upstairs and ran me a bath. I just wanna be little. And cared for.

I sighed and rubbed the water on my face getting the mascara off my face. Hayden and I had been together for over a year. And since then my friends slowly stopped coming around, and stopped calling. And the people we hung out with were Hayden's friends. I was shut out. Even my parents stopped calling because they didn't like Hayden and I had chosen him over them.

"Idiot" I mumbled and rubbed my face.

I loved Hayden. But I was hurt. Extremely hurt. I relied solely on Hayden. I wasn't allowed to get a job because he wanted me at home all day waiting for him. Without him I have nowhere to go.

I drained the bath and wrapped in a towel. I could leave... I could take the saved money he has and disappear. Go somewhere. Anywhere.