Heathers head throbbed. She slowly opened her eyes. It hurt her to do so. To be honest, every muscle in her body ached. She didn't know why but it was hard to move. Heather groaned as she sat up in her bed. "Shit."
My bed, my bed. How'd I end up in my bed? With my blankets and m- my bed?
"Jesus, someone has a problem with anxiety, you really should see a doctor, or therapist for that princess." He said with a sarcastic but kind of worried tone. Heather attempted to turn her neck but a strain of pain moved through her head. "Shit". She groaned.
"I take that back, you might want to see both a therapist and a doctor" he said with a chuckle.
"Who are you? " she asked. Not politely this time though, heather was getting angry. " Seriously, why are you still here?!" She almost yelled at him. He only tilted his head. This made heather angrier and her emotions started to build up.
She was angry at him, at herself for leaving him alone in her house, at this whole situation. She wanted to scream. She was the most mad at her own body. It had let her down by fainting. Heather was mad. She was mad at herself because she let her emotions overcome her logic. Which isn't something she would usually do. Heather lived her life by the facts and her mind. She let go of romance years ago, in order to start college for forensics. Heather didn't let her emotions change anything on her life. She calculated every move she ever made.
Except, when she saw him. For the first time in her life, Didn't, couldn't think. Her brain was blocked. She could act on pure instinct. And for some reason. Heather loved it. She felt like she was on a drug, not one that would kill her, but one that would save her. Which was weird, heather had never done drugs ever in her life.
Heather stood up from her bed and attempted to push him out of her room. It was like trying to move a brick wall. "Shit!" She said toppling to the ground. "Get out, get out, GET OUT!" She yelled. That's it I am calling the cops.
