He Was Unexpected

Chapter Two

Morning After:

The sun brightens the entire room, and I have to blink a few times to really adjust my eyes to it. I know its bad to leave your contacts in all night but I do it all the time. I look around the gray walls with a red stripe around the room to the black furniture. Not my furniture for sure. Then I start to remember one thing, a kiss. My heart quickens, and I roll over to his tan, sleeping face. What did I do? I get up slowly, and quietly so that he doesn't wake. I slip out the cracked bedroom door, after grabbing my bag, and down the stairs to the front door. I open it slowly, and shut it then beam to my car. Bodies all passed out in his front lawn. Shocking that police haven't been called. 

What did I do? What did I do? I repeat to myself. I start my car and speed off. More importantly why do I feel like this? I feel so free?

A million questions run through my mind and it makes my head dizzy. I pull into the driveway of my little cottage home. It looked small from the outside, but boy it was big for one person on the inside. I had my kitchen in a light blue, and cabinets a rustic white. My living room was almost white kind of grey, like an off white I guess. I had it decorated in black and white flannel, and old windows and plants. I have a large amount of plants for one person. Impulse problem when I see them at the store I guess. They make me happy and don't hurt or leave me. 

I make my way upstairs to my bedroom. It was a light green to contrast my dark rustic wood-looking furniture, and  black shelves on my walls. I throw my bag on the ottoman next to my tall dresser and head into my bathroom. As I run my fingers through my messy hair, I start up a shower. The smell from my eucalyptus plant is definitely my favorite part of my showers. I get undressed and hop in.

The hot water burns going down my back, and automatically wakes me up. Unfortunately does not take away my pounding headache. It quite literally feels like there is a whole heartbeat in my brain. I wash and rinse, and then wash and rinse again until I feel as though I washed last night away. My phone starts to ring, and I pop my head out to see who it might be. It was Ian. My ex. Who no doubt has heard something about last night. I just let it go straight to voicemail, but he has always been persistent. I reach out of the shower, and answer it. 

"What do you want?" I question. 

"What do I want? From a little whore like yourself? Absolutely nothing. Just wondering, that guy best friend you had that you always claimed nothing would happen with? I heard y'all had one hell of a night last night."

"Nothing happened." I said while holding back the tsunami behind my eyes, but I lied. We aren't together anymore anyways, so why do I still feel terrible?

"Yeah, I don't care. I always knew you were a slut. Nobody that looks like that hasn't been ran through like a train thou-" I hang up on him mid sentence, but maybe that is exactly what he wanted. He just wants to see my reaction, but how do I give him no reaction when I have never done anything to betray his trust? How am I supposed to act when I'm accused of things I could never get away with because I never went out! I am the definition of an old lady in a young adults body. That is one of the many reasons I left. I was, stuck.

I turn off the shower, and text my best friend Emma. 

He keeps calling me.

I hate how bathrooms get steamy because of how hot you like your showers. If I want to shower with the temperatures of the devil himself then I should be allowed to without all of this damn steam. I wipe off the mirror to at least take my contacts out for the day since I didn't last night. 

Girl, he's hurt.

She finally responds. How can she literally sit here and defend him?

Are you serious?