The unloved me...

What Happened?

I groaned softly. Everything from last night stormed back to me. I slowly opened my eyes. They burned harshly.

Who saved me? When my eyes focused I relized the bed I was in was unfimiliar. As well as the room. I held the blanket around me and sat up. Still naked I looked around. Clothes were sitting on the night stand beside the bed. I picked up the clothes and quickly changed.

The shirt was a mans. It was baggy and the pants were batman p.j's. Under the clothes layed a note. 'Breakfast is downstairs waiting. The bathroom is acroosed from the bedroom.' No name? I slowly croosed the room and headed for the door.

The house was nice. Really nice. Well, from what I have seen so far. The bedroom door qreaked open and I headed for the bathroom. I did what I do and washed my hands. The bathroom was big and very clean.

I headed for the stairs. Slowly walking down them I looked for the kitchen. Someone was cooking food on the stove. He looked fimiliar. The welcoming smell of bacon filled my nose. It has been ages since I have had bacon. "Good morning." He turned around and smiled. "Morning." I said shyly.

I toke a seat at the bar. The kitchen was big and open. The appliances seemed to be brand new. "My name is Hunter by the way." Hunter was tall with broad shoulders. He was wearing a slighty tight black hoodie with bones that were tide together wih rope forming a cross and black skinny jeans. His hair hung in his face. He was adorable.

"Im Molly..." Hunter slid the now cooked bacon onto a plate with paper towels to absorb the grease. He grabbed two plates containing bacon and the other, eggs and toast. Hunter put the two plates on the bar. I watched as he open a white cabnet and grabbed two cups and two cups. He handed me a plate and a cup and layed his next me. He went to the fridge and opened it. He turned to face me "Milk or o.j?" I thought for a second "Milk." Hunter grabbed the milk and headed his way to the bar. He stopped and opened a drawer grabbing two forks. He walked over to the bar and sat down.

I grabbed a couple pieces of bacon and two eggs and a piece of toast and layed it upon my plate. Hunter poured the milk into both our glasses and began to eat. I ate slowly, savering the flavor. Everthing was so delisious. After we both finished Hunter collected the dishes and began to wash them.

"Thank you..." my voice trailed off into tought. Hunter didn't say anything. "I will be right back." Hunter walked off into a bedroom shuting the door behind him. Moments later he walked out and headed back into the kitchen. He lit a ciggarette and sat down. "Want one?" He questioned. I nodded yes and he handed me the pack and a liter. I lit the cigarette.

"So lastnight at the party..." He trailed off "What was going on?"

"Well.... We were partying upstairs having a great time. And... he just started hitting me...." I lied. I didn't want to share my past with someone I didn't trust. "Who?" I thought for a second. "I don't know." Images from lastnight went through my head. What am I supposed to do? Go back to Lukes and forget everything happened? A tear escaped my eye and I quickly wiped it away. I toke a drag from my ciggarette and flicked the ashs.

"So ummm... why did Skyler tell me to take you to my place....?" WHAT?!? I thought Hunter saved me?