Chapter Sixteen--I woke up to the morning light burning my eyes and a blinding pain in my head.
I looked around to see that I was in my bedroom at my old house.
How did I get here?
And what the hell happened?
I sat up, wincing as my bones cracked.
Did I get drunk last night?
I looked around, searching for evidence of a wild night.
Maybe empty alcohol bottles or a naked person perhaps?
Not seeing anything I pulled myself out of the warm bed, sitting on the edge and stretching my aching muscles.
I heard my joints crack and moaned in pleasure.
That mini orgasm you get from stretching.
Just as I stood to go downstairs, there was an agonizing pain as I took my first step.
It started from my foot, quickling traveling through my whole body.
I flung back onto my bed, biting my lip so hard it bled.
Just as I was wondering what the hell the pain was about yesterdays events hit me like a truck.
Oh.
Jo.Of course.
I grabbed the hand mirror from the bedside table and examined the damage.
"I'm going to kill her, she won't see what's coming." I grumbled, touching the sensitive skin around the wound.
Who in their right mind smashes a lamp over someone's head? Especially someone who was attempting to help her.
A crazy bitch, that's what.
Not that I could really judge.
I was a little cray.
I pulled myself up, limping to the wall to use it for support.
I counted to three before making my way towards my closet, the pain lessening as I continued walking.
I pulled on a pair of comfortable jeans, wincing as I pulled my singlet off to put on a warm sweater.
I looked into my full length mirror, there was bags under my eyes and I looked dead.
The cut on my head popped out, you could probably see it from a mile away.
I was pulled out of my fantasy of bashing Jo's head in with a heel by a noise downstairs.
I picked up my softball bat before making my way downstairs, the pain wasn't anything I couldn't handle and there was only a small throb in my head.
I was not prepared for what awaited me.
Kai was dancing.
Like hip thrusting and gyrating his way around the kitchen a spatula in hand.
I pat my pockets, wanting to document this to torment him later on but it wasn't in my pocket and just as I was estimating how long it would take to bolt up the stairs and down in time to at least catch the ending I saw it glowing on the countertop.
I slowly made my way over, careful not to make any noise, just as I reached it my hip smashed on the side of the bench causing me to let out some colorful profanities.
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