Moving In With The Enemy

Chapter 48 ~ "Sort Out Your Feelings"

"Baby!" I hear, along with a firm knock on the door.

I pry myself off the bathroom floor slowly, feeling every part of my body hurt. When did I fall asleep in here?

"Annika, open the door." I hear again and I sigh, scooting forward until I'm standing. My dress is still on from last night, it's still unzipped from when the two of us got into it.

I look at my reflection in the mirror over the vanity, puffy eyes, disheveled hair. My head's pounding with a massive hangover.

I look back at the door feeling a series of different emotions. Some of it's anger, actually, most of it is. But there's a chunk of sadness in there too and that's giving me the urge to cry again.

I need space from him, I need time to think.

Walker has always been so all-consuming since we started this. When he gave me attention, I clung to him. I never thought about anything anymore without thinking about him and I worry that maybe that's a big part of why things fall apart for me all the time.

The fact is, Walker is selective about what he wants me to know. He keeps things from me and tries to cover it in romance. He's an amazing distraction, and I know he cares.....but he's emotional and difficult to figure out.

I walk over to the shower and take off my dress and underwear, turning on the tap. I hear Walker knock some more but I ignore it, letting the shower head wash away all the bad things for me.

I get out eventually, wrapping up in a hotel towel and I muster up all of my strength to walk to the door.

I unlock it and walk out to the bedroom, Walker's sitting on the bed with his head between his knees and I continue past him.

"There you are." He sighs, standing up as I walk over to my things, grabbing my toiletry bag and walking back to the bathroom, not raising my eyes or acknowledging him in any way. "Annie?"

I stand at the vanity and open my bag up, getting out my face wash. If I look at him, I'll cry and I don't want to keep doing that.

"What did I do this time?" He sighs in an uninterested, tired tone.

I turn around to look at him for the first time and try to send my best glare. But he looks terrible, huge dark circles, pale. He's feeling last night too.

"Fuck you." I answer, ignoring the fact that he's leaned against the doorframe in a mostly unbuttoned shirt. "Go away."

"Original." He shrugs and I chew the inside of my cheek. "Haven't heard that one from you yet, tell me Annie, is there ever anything I'll ever do that you won't freak out about-"

"You are such a dick, Walker!" I shout, slamming my bottle of face wash down. "How can you treat me like this after what you did last night!"

"What are you talking about?" He asks, looking confused and maybe slightly pissed-off. 

"When we came back here last night?!" 

"I...." He pauses and then dread takes over his face. "What are you talking about?" He asks, sounding far less confident that he'd done nothing wrong.

"You don't get out of this by pretending it never happened." I warn, pointing my finger at him. 

"I.....I don't......I don't remember coming home last night." He mumbles, running a hand over his face. "The last thing I remember is the Jaggerbombs before midnight, I-"

"Well then, I guess it's good we never had sex." I spit, dampening a face cloth under the tap.

"Sex?"