Atlas Black

Chapter 11

L L A N A M O R O Z O V A

Confused and startled I wake up from my dream that I just had playing in my head. Dirty and vile images of me stripping down in front of Atlas and giving him a lap dance but of course the image of his appearance stays foggy and anonymous.

I'm not sure what the fuck just happened because the dream felt way too realistic when I felt a hand, grazing like soft feathers, across my cheek and someone whispering my name.

I touch my cheek feeling last nights lucid dream and the warm hands with the gentle caress of fingertips upon my skin. Sweat beads across my face, my brows, my forehead as I'm panting, sitting upright on my bed as If I've run a marathon.

Disastrously, I'm hopping out of bed in a hurry to rush to the bathroom and I puke out every remnant of liquid that happened to be inside my stomach. Everything acidic roaming through my system begins tumbling out, unappealingly.

Then it hits me. Last night. Vivid flashes cross my mind as I remember briefly of what happened at the club. Most things weren't as clear to me other than the fact remaining I got myself too immersed into the drinks.

I don't see Saskia, until I'm gasping for air, kneeling in front of the toilet and her lifting my hair back away from my face, giving me moral, friendly support. She rubs my back patting me and soothing me.

"You okay? You look really bad." She says as I'm still vomiting mouthfuls. She pinches her nose with one hand whilst the other is holding my hair. Dramatically gagging at the stench in the air. Just how much did I have to drink?

Getting back into some semblance of my surroundings, my state and senses, I sarcastically snap back to her, "Wow. Gee. Thanks."

Rinsing my mouth with mouthwash, I gargle several times to get the bad taste out of my mouth, then brush my teeth until I'm certain it's properly cleansed and pat my mouth down dry.

"Just stating the obvious," she breathes out a laugh, "although you did surprise me back there. I didn't think you had it in you."

"Yeah, well. People do tend to be full of surprises."

"I wanna see more of this type Llana. Whoever this Atlas Black is really did a number on you." What the fuck did she say?

"You think my relationship is a joke to you?" I seriously don't have time for this but I'm too stunned and my head is throbbing.

"No! All I'm trying to say is that ever since you've been here you've been the mostly kept to yourself. Or not yourself lately. I only got a glimpse of what you're actually like when you were at the club, enjoying yourself. I don't even know who this Atlas guy is but he's sure been making you feel like shit lately. As your friend, I'm only trying to look out for you." She gives me a weak smile, trying not dampen my feelings.

"We don't talk anymore." I get out after I pause letting her words sink in.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She's walking on egg shells around me, it's so obvious. I appreciate her concern but I don't need it. It'll only be worse for me.

I walk back out into my bedroom and sit down. "To be honest, no. I don't."

She walks right after me and sits down beside me on the bed, "I know we've only just met but you can tell me anything Llana. I'm always here for you, if you ever need a friend and someone to talk to, I'm only a phone call away. And I am a great listener by the way." She elbows me, reassuringly.