Life with the Delinquent

Chapter 5 - Where am I?

            I woke up in a dark, cramped place  with a splitting head ache. Pulling my self up off the floor, I realized just how cramped I really was. My joints popped and my muscles felt strained from sleeping in such an awkward position. “What the hell?” I say under my breath when clothes fall on top of me. Well, I guess I’m in some sort of closet. I reach around for the door knob, and when I finally find it I open it just enough to see that I’m in Dimitry’s room. I’m about to open it the rest of the way when a deep voice boomed through the room.

            “Great party last night, huh? Good to know you still have it in you.” A man a barley recognize walks into my view. It takes me a minute to think about where I have seen him before, when it finally hits me. I have seen him in pictures at the police station were dad works. And let me tell you, they aren’t the good kind of pictures.

            “Yeah, why are you here?” Dimitry spat at him walking across his room.

            “You know why. You owe him kid, don’t think you’re going to get out of it.” The man said poking Dimitry in the chest hard.

            “I don’t owe him shit.” Dimitry said back, slapping the mans grime hand off of him.

            “Watch your tone son, next time you see me I might just be holding a gun to your head.” The man said shoving Dimitry back.

            “You don’t scare me.” Dimitry said regaining his balance.

            The creepy man laughed and said, “I should.” And with out another word, he left the room.

            Dimitry sat down and put his head in his hands. Quietly as I could I crept out of his closet, only to be caught when the door creaked open. His head flicked up almost faster than my eyes could see.

            “What are you doing in here?” He asked smirking and raising an eyebrow.

            Blushing I said, “I honestly have no idea,” grabbing my head to attempt to make it stop hurting. “We didn’t hook up last night did we?” I asked.

            Laughing, he said, “Would that really be a bad thing?”

            “Oh shit,” I stated putting my head in my hands. “This is bad.”

            “Why? Am I really that bad?” He said smirking.

            “No, I mean yes. I mean maybe? I don’t know, but that’s not why its bad.” I said blushing trying to get my thoughts straight.

            “Like I would want to hook up with a bitchy bitch like you!” He said a lot too loudly for my pounding head.

            “Bitchy bitch?” I asked questioning his choice of words.

            “Shut up baby doll, you know what I mean.” He said under his breath.

            “Why do you call me baby doll?” I asked suddenly realizing his use of the nickname.

            “’Cuz it seems to piss you off more than bitch.” He said with a smirk and a shrug.

            “Yeah it does.” I said rubbing my head. “I cant believe you would take advantage of me like that. Actually, I can believe it. What I cant believe is why I drank last night in the first place knowing there’s a good for nothing bad boy living in my house!” I said voicing my thoughts out loud.