Lost in Europe

CHAPTER TWENTY- TWO- AVERY

A light flipped on, blinding me, and leaving my eyes in pain.

“ What the hell was that?!?” Becca asked.

“ What do you... want.” I asked, groggily.

“ I want to know why I picked you up at a stranger's house at three fifty in the morning!”

“ His name is Ed... And he wasn't a stranger. We met at the club.” I tried.

“ Avery! Do you hear yourself? You were in bed with a complete stranger!”

“ He isn't a stranger!” I argued.

“ You were half naked when I got there! Did you two... Do it?” I honestly had no answer to this question. A memory flashed back into my mind.

Ed throwing open the door, me following close behind him. Our bodies close, intertwined. His kisses on my neck. I touched the spot on my neck from my memory.

“ I don't know... Oh god-” I ran to the sink and braced myself. I could feel the vomit sliding up my throat. Becca continued to yell at me until I started throwing up. Tears slid down my cheeks and I struggled to breath. Becca made small circles on the center of my back and held my bangs out of the way. I moved to the floor, perched over the toilet. Vomit stung my throat and I whined. Stupid alcohol. “ I'm never drinking again...” I said between gagging and trying to breath. Becca laughed and kept patting me.

Water trickled down my back, giving me comfort only a shower could give at this moment.

“ You okay Avery?” Becca called from the other side of the door.

“ I'm good... I just want to be alone...” I sighed and went back to my peacefulness. My orange sponge traced the length of my arm, leaving soap in it's place.

“What the-” I looked down at my arm as I washed the soap away. There was a bruise... And not just a bruise, a memory!

Ed's calm touch on my skin... Our lips meeting... Him and I, close together, naked...

“ Hey Avery...” Becca's voice interrupted my dream. “ I have to get my phone.” The door opened and closed before I had the chance to process anything. My mouth hung open in shock of the bruise. I inspected my body for more marks- more memories. There was a small bruise on my side, and a larger one on my right thigh, but no memories.

Thirty minutes- and seven marks later- I got out of the shower, completely lost and oblivious to what happened. I'm just going to say it's safe to assume that Ed and I had... sex... and that I really hope he used a condom... I remembered my dad's words before we left.

“ I'm gonna miss you, squirt. My little ginger baby is going to Europe for almost two months without me. You better not meet anyone... And so help me God, if you come back pregnant, I will fly down to Europe and personally shoot the boy!”

“ Shit...” I muttered to myself. I threw on a shirt Becca left on the counter for me. When I had it on, I stared at myself in the mirror.

“ Mother of god. Seriously? You have got to be fucking kidding me.” The purple-ish mark on my neck mocked me, giving me the answer I needed. Ed was close to me... So close to give me a hickey. I didn't even bother butting on shorts or brushing my hair. I just hung my head low, walked out of the bathroom, and let the silky sheets flow against my legs. My bare, shaved, non- virgin legs.

I threw my phone on the floor, missing the table I was aiming for. I was walking backwards, struggling to stay up. My legs hit the bed and crumpled under the pressure. We both fell to the bed and laughed.

“ Keep up, will you?”I teased him. Earlier in the night, Ed said the same thing, running in our game of tag.

His hands slid under my short dress, undoing the zipper and tossing it on the floor. A fire crackled to our left in the fireplace. I flinched and giggled when he grabbed my bare side.

“ Ticklish, much?” He smirked.

“ Not- fair.” I said in between kisses. I removed my heels and started unbuttoning his shirt. His big hands helped me, but ended up just messing with mine. He gave up the buttons and just slid the top over his head. I gasped for a breath, suddenly feeling a loss of air. His hands landed behind my neck, caressing it with each soothing touch. I rolled over, leaving him under me.

“ Gotcha!” I smiled, holding his wrists with my upper body strength. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pinned him down. He smirked, then in one slick move, I was under him, in the exact position I had him in just moments before.

“ Got you.” He said. I leaned up and crashed our lips together.

I was sweaty and gasping for air when I woke up. I looked around the room, but it was empty. I stretched under the covers and rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with the biggest headache I've ever had.

“ God Dammit!” I held my hands up to my face, putting pressure on it, hoping the pain would go away.

Someone knocked on the door loudly, making it hurt even worse.

“ God... What!” I yelled angrily.

“ Aves?” Collin's voice spoke. I might have been drunk enough to sleep with a stranger, but I wasn't drunk enough to forget what he did to me.

“ Go the hell away. I don't want to talk to you. Now, tomorrow, ever!” I screamed. I heard a sigh, and thought he walked away. A girl can only dream.

“ I'm sorry...” He said softly.