unbreak the broken ✘ shawn hunter (BMW)

F I V E

If you ever wake up in my morning thinking, how the fuck did I end up in Eric's Matthews bed?, there's a good chance you probably should have listened to your subconscious when it was saying GO HOME.

I can't say I'm disappointed in myself- I'm actually content with the fact that it's Eric and not some loser. But now I am lying awake in his bed wondering how I am going to leave without waking him up.

When I woke up this morning in Eric's arms, I hate to say it but I finally felt acknowledged. Acknowledged and extremely comfortable.

Unfortunately, I have class in two hours and desperately need coffee and a shower. This is the first time waking up in a boys bed where I didn't want to immediately get up and leave without saying goodbye.

I begin to untangle myself from Eric and find my clothes to put them back on when I hear movement from the boy in bed.

I slowly turn around and give him a small smile, trying to act like I wasn't trying to sneak out before he woke up. I'm actually glad he woke up- I don't know why but I don't want to treat him like a one night stand. Probably because I want to be friends with his brother, and just liked in general.

"Where are you going?" Eric's speaks through his morning voice, causing my insides to turn to mush.

"I wasn't exactly sure how we were gonna do this morning after thing," I slip into my shirt from the day before. Thank God I have a change of clothes in my car that's still parked in the schools parking lot.

Eric sits up and stretches before leaning against the wall behind his bed, letting the blankets rest over his lap. "Well, I figured that we could start this morning after thing with coffee and maybe breakfast."

I nod and sit on the end of his bed.

"Then I figured we could discuss your injuries."

A wave of confusion rushes over me. "I'm not injured?"

Eric stares at me with a 'I'm not stupid' expression when I remember that he did indeed see me naked last night and was a witness to all of the bruises left on my body by Keith after Corey's call.

"Eric, can we just not do this." I stand up and slip my shoes on before heading to his bedroom door. "We had sex, you aren't my therapist."

He stands up and throws the closest pair of shorts on before getting between me and the door. "Ophelia please, I'm sick of you doing this shit."

I'm left dumbfounded. Sick of what? We've had less than a handful of conversations since the semester started and they were all started because he wanted to get me in his bed.

"Last I checked, I haven't done shit. You wanted to fuck me, right? Well you did it. You can stop playing interested, Matthews. I'm sure it will be easy for you to find another girl." I go for the door handle but he doesn't let me through. "Can you please let me leave? I have to get ready before class."

For a split second I almost believe that he's actually going to let me leave, but he doesn't budge.

Eric takes my hand in his, "I'm not as dumb as I look, I know it's your dad, Ophelia. Why won't you let anyone help you?"

I almost laugh out loud at this statement. "Everyone knows it's Keith. People have been suspicious since the beginning of high school, Eric. And look where I am. I'm still living under the same roof. You don't think I have tried to let people help me? The police have came, questioned him and then let him stay in the house with me. It's written off as grief. Poor Keith's wife died and left him with a daughter who has done nothing but cause him problems. Anyone questions him, who do you think gets the shit end of the stick? Me. No one else has to face any repercussions. Now please open the fucking door and let me leave."