Regret or Obsession

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Chapter 11; Regret or Obsession

Chelsea

My body jolted awake as the feeling of nausea hit me like a bus. I panicked slightly when I realized I was trapped underneath a strong arm. I swallowed down the bile that was raising up my throat. I stared quizzingly around me. I didn't know where I was, at all. The room was almost pitchblack and it smelled like Men's cologne. My heart beat increased drastically as I suddenly become completely aware that I was in fact naked. Nothing was covering me but a thin satan sheet and the body of the man next to me.

I gasped slightly as I turned and studied the man that was passed out next to me. He looked perfect in dim light. The shadows danced all over his face and jaw. He was laying on his side so the whole side of his face was right side up. His plump pink lips were opened slightly and I heard him breathing steadily. His light brown hair was in all different directions and his chest was exposed.

I slapped my hand over my mouth as I realized what I did last night. Justin and I had s-I can't even think it. I couldn't have. I ripped away from his grip and tumbled on the ground. I squeezed my eye shut silently praying that he didn't wake up. I heard the bed shift slightly than the distant sound of heavy breathing lingered in the air. I let out a breath of air that I hadn't realized I had been holding.

The burning feeling of regret pooled in my stomach and my whole body was trembling with horror. Completely horrified that I committed such a sin completely devouring any type of self respect I had. I lost my virginity and I don't even remember it. Tears brimmed my eyes and I stood up on shaky legs wrapping the sheet around my body tightly. I didn't even know what to do with myself. I glanced at the digital clock that was on the bedstand next to Justin and it read

5:23

My heart sped up as I realized that Justin could wake up any minute. What if he has an alarm set for 5:30 or 6. I needed to get out of here before he sees me and kicks me out like he does to all of his one night stands. I needed to get out of here before I embarrassed myself anymore.

I scanned the room frantically for my clothes and I quickly tip toed to my dress when I saw it. I snatched it and tried finding my underwear but in the end saying forget it and I quickly shimmeied into it and grabbed my heels before bolting out of the room and into a long hall. I had no clue where I was going and my heart hammered in my chest. I ran down the hallway as fast and my bare feet would take me and took a right before I found myself infront of the elevator. I pressed the button multiple times looking around me paranoid. The door dinged open and I hopped in before clicking a 1 and the door closed.

I cursed myself for not bringing my cellphone and I spotted a phone in a glass box on the wall of the elevator. I silently thanked God and opened it before dialing the only number I knew. I nervously chewed on my fake nails trying to ease my teeth that were chattering loudly. The line ringed multiple times and I let out a weak groan as I was on the verge of tears. I knew this phone was for emergency use only so I silently hoped that the call was actually going through.

"Hello?" A voice asked half asleep and I sighed before nervous tears started to fall from my eyes before I broke out into a full on sob.

"J-azzy," I sobbed into the phone.

"Chelsea? Oh my god what's wrong?" She asked a lot more awake now and I covered my mouth trying to ease the sobs that were raking through my entire body. My body was shaking so hard that I didn't know if I could hold myself up anymore. "Calm down hon just tell me where you are," she said calmly and I started to cry even harder at the regret that was pumping in my veins at the fact I had betrayed my best friend.

"I'm s-so s-or-orry," I choked out before the doors opened.

"Your at Justin's aren't you?" She asked and I nodded weakly before realizing she couldn't see me and just grunted. "I'm on my way right now. Don't worry Chelsea I'm not mad. Please, please just calm down and stop crying," she said weakly and I heard rustling.

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