The Beach

10

"I push you out and you come right back"

Ethan Marlow

I slowly blink my eyes open, feeling an awful headache. It's so painful that I have to clench my jaw and rub my temples. But then I furrow my brows when I'm met with something over my head. It's dark and it sure as hell doesn't look like my car.

When I look around I realize I'm actually under a bed. There is furniture, baby pink walls, a white carpet.

It's not my room as well.

I quickly get out from under the bed like I've been burned, causing me even more headache. I can't help the groan that gets out of my throat, squeezing my eyes shut and holding my head.

Fuck, I shouldn't have drank and taken a molly.

After a couple of seconds I can finally open my eyes again, just a little because of the sunlight getting in. I look at the bed and my jaw drops when I see who it is.

Aylin is sitting on the bed, looking up at me with a scared expression. I want to say something, but my words are stuck in my throat. We just stare at each other.

I'm at their fucking house. I'm in Russell's fucking house.

Did she know I was here?

How the fuck did I get here in the first place?

Then I take a step back when the flashbacks hit me. Her getting into my car, everything spinning before I closed my eyes, walking on the street, falling from somewhere and not feeling anything.

Well, now I sure as hell do.

My whole body is aching, some places more than the others. Especially my left arm and leg.

"What the-"I yell out, but she quickly walks up to me and cups my mouth with her hand so she can muff it.

"I know you're freaked out, just...be quiet. Please."she whisper-shouts and I widen my eyes with furrowed brows.

Her father is probably here. Her whole fucking family is here. How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here? When she sees I've calmed down a little she slowly takes her hand off my face.

"What the fuck is going on?"I whisper, focusing on her face, because I know that if I look around the room I'll freak out again.

She just stays there, staring at me. I raise my brows and repeat "What?"

"I think I heard something."she whispers before silence falls again.

But then I hear it too, causing me to freeze. I hear footsteps getting louder and louder. I feel the need to hold my breath when I hear those steps pass the door of her room. For my luck, they don't stop and get quieter and quieter until I can't hear them anymore.

"I gotta get the fuck out of here."I whisper more to myself as I head to the window.

But I turn around to look at her again. She's sitting on her bed. "Why the fuck was I here in the first place? Do you realize how stupid that was?"

"I know. I'm sorry."she quietly says and breaks our eye contact.

"Then why did you do it? Why am I here?"I repeat, starting to raise my voice. When I realize it, I take a few breaths to calm myself.

"I was just worried for you."she mumbles, not daring to look at me "I was trying to help."

"Help? The people I hide from for years now are in the next fucking room. How is that fucking helping?"I get one step closer to her, pointing at the door.