A Girl In A Man's World

Painful Storm

Golden hair.

That wasn't Alessandro next to me...

That was... Lorenzo.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt the urge to throw up. I couldn't be here any longer. My whole body made me feel gross, purely uncomfortable. How did I not realize? It felt like my body wasn't mine, and if there was a chance to step outside of my skin or go back in time, I'd do it in a heartbeat. 

A sensation burned through me, telling me to leave as soon as possible. I couldn't be here when he woke up. I turned my head to look at him. Lorenzo looked so peaceful, his lashes fanning his cheeks and his golden-brown hair all messed up. His lips were slightly parted, and I felt my heart ache. 

I felt a single tear drop out of my eye. I couldn't face him when he woke up. At least not right now.

Sitting up in bed, I gently glided the cover off me. I swung my feet off the bed and stood up. I walked around the room and picked up clothes that were randomly spaced out in the room. Slipping my clothes on, I hear a shuffle coming from the bed. 

I shut my eyes tightly for a second, not making any more noise. I turned around and saw Lorenzo who was luckily still fast asleep. I breath in, realizing I stopped doing that, before pulling on the dress I was wearing, not even bothering to do the zip at the back.

With my heels clutched in my hand, I unlocked the door. Twisting the key ever so gently that only a single soft click was heard. I shut the door behind me, and I felt my shoulders fall. I took a deep breath in before I let it all back out. Emotions were pushing through me. Mostly guilt and shame. The single question burned into my mind, 'How did I not realize?'

Walking down the hallway, I tried to open one of the doors. To my luck it was a bathroom, and I locked the door briskly.

I placed my heels on the counter in front of me and turned the knob at the sink. Cold icy water flew through, and I let it run over my hands. I looked up at the mirror in front of me and couldn't bear it anymore. 

How did I not realize?

My eyes filled with water again and I brought my head lower and rinsed off my face. Before grabbing one of the towels that was neatly folded on a shelf behind me and drying my face. 

I had to get out of this house. It wasn't like I could ask Lorenzo for a ride home since he was the one who took me here. And I didn't really know anyone else at the party properly.

Rubbing my hands, I groan out loud. I was purely fucked. 

But then the image came back and hit me in the face. Niccolò was in one of the rooms next to me. I grabbed my heels and rushed out of the bathroom door. Quickly but quietly, I made my way back down the hallway and finally came in front of the door. I lightly knocked on the door and waited for a response, but there was none. I open the door softly and peek my head through.

Then that's when I see him. Niccolò was sprawled on the bed, the blanket only covering his waist and lower. Three girls were spread along the bed too, all naked. I step inside and walk up to the bed. 

"Niccolò? "I whispered, as I shook his shoulder.

He wasn't moving though. I tried again. "Niccolò?"

This time he grunted and burrowed his face against the pillow. 

"Niccolò?"

His eyes peel open and he frowns as he places his hand on my upper arm. "What's wrong?"

I swallow the lump that formed in my throat. "Please take me home," My voice below a whisper as I held back the sob that was about to escape.

He quickly nods his head and sits up. "I'll be out in a second."