her darling

Chapter 21

Sleeping can be addictive.
When you're asleep, the world seems to come to a stand still and for once, everything feels like it might be okay.

Just maybe.

The secret to having an amazing sleep is to have a comfortable resting place.
A warm bed with a soft mattress that you can sink into while holding your own aching body.

But when you wake up in the bed of your best friend's brother, things are a bit different and no amount of sleep feels like enough.

Fuck.

Noah was still asleep.

I lifted myself up slowly but surely and looked at the clock on the bedside table.
12PM, only two hours have passed since I got here.

I lifted the blanket off of me, making sure not to disturb Noah's sleeping body.
I was completely naked and when I looked down at my thighs, there were still traces of his dried semen.

Ew.
Ew ew ew.

I ignored the heavy pit in my stomach as I put my clothes back on.

I paid no attention to the voice in my head shouting at me, telling me that I made an awful mistake.

A mistake?
How do you cheat on someone by accident?

I fucked up, simple as that.

Although, I have to deal with one thing at a time.
I let a boy cum inside of me, and ending up pregnant was not an option.

How did I let it get this bad?

I grabbed my bag and left silently without waking Noah up to say goodbye.
I thanked my lucky stars that he was at home alone.

I immediately made my way to the local pharmacy and upon arrival, I bought a Plan B pill with the random notes and coins stuffed into my purse.

The woman at the counter eyed me in a disgusted manner as I made the purchase, probably thinking that I was too young to have sex.

I couldn't care less, I didn't have it in me.
My feet dragged me home and as I entered the kitchen I poured myself a glass of water, downing the pill.

I have to shower.
I really have to shower.

The house was deafeningly silent as I went to the bathroom, starting up the shower.
The water felt scathingly hot and my stomach was empty, which was anything but a good combination.
I desperately tried to ignore the faint feeling that was attempting to consume me.

I took a sponge and lavender soap, washing myself slowly.
As I reached and started cleaning my inner thighs, a feeling of shame and guilt washed over me all at once.
Then sadness.

Fuck, I'm so so sad.

Mr.Campbell made a point in class that when describing someone's emotions, we had to use age appropriate language.
Words like "happy" and "sad" wouldn't cut it, but what if that's simply how you feel?

My lower lip started to tremble as my legs began to shake.
"I'm sorry." I whispered out loud.

I don't know who I was apologising to.

Reese?
Noah?
Myself?

"I'm so sorry." I repeated, scrubbing harder, tears starting to form in my eyes, "I'm so, so sorry..."

I was so close to sobbing hysterically.
I wanted to drop to my knees and just scream, because I didn't know what else to do.

Then I heard a knock on the door.
Fuck.