Left Behind (Completed) *editing*

Chapter Eleven

"Valerie," I heard a whisper. I felt my back being poked a couple times. I groaned dramatically. I felt entirely drained, it felt like I hadn't slept in a month.

My body ached slightly and I found it hard to open my eyes but I did to see Colin kneeling at the side of my bed, holding out a glass. I reached for the glass, finding that I was near incapable of moving. Colin pulled me up, assisting me to sit up with a couple pillows behind me. Colin moved and sat along side me, helping me to take a sip.

When I began to drink, I recognized the taste of ginger ale. It wasn't my favorite thing in the world but my mouth felt dry so I drank it down. My vision felt fuzzy and I looked around to see I was in the basement. How did I get back here? Dylan was asleep next to me. I don't remember seeing Dylan last night.

"When did he sneak in here?" Colin whispered to me. I shrugged. I must have been asleep when he crawled into bed with me. I yawned.

"I feel awful," I told Colin. Colin bit his lip, looking nervous.

"What do you remember from last night?" He asked me, glancing at Dylan cautiously. I thought for a moment.

Images flashed through my head of Kelly, dancing, drinking then... oh shit. I could feel my eyes bulging out of my head and I suddenly found the energy to get out of bed and run up the stairs. Oh god. I had sex with Colin. I went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut and locked. I'm going to be sick. How did this happen? How? I sank to the floor. This is awful! There was a knock at the door.

"Val, please come talk to me," I heard Colin whine at the door. "Please?" I reached towards the door handle and unlocked it. Colin opened the door slowly and walked in. He put a hand out, silently offering to help me off of the floor. I shook my head adamantly. The expression on his face displayed that he was sorry. He lowered himself to the floor next to me.

"How did this happen?" I asked him. I've never been drunk to the point I regretted my actions. Colin scowled and pushed his hand through his long, messy brown hair.

"It was a mistake, Val," he whispered. "I was drunk and you threw yourself at me. If I wasn't drunk, I promise I wouldn't have let it happen."

"Why would I do that?" I asked him, shaking my head. Colin was my best friend. I loved him like a brother and as I looked at him, I couldn't get the incident from last night out of my head.

"I don't know. Val, I'm so sorry. I don't want it to change things between us," he begged. I nodded, sniffling. Colin opened his arms and I pulled myself into his lap. I rested my head onto his shoulder. He hugged me tightly. This felt different now. It used to be comforting in his arms and now it just felt strange.

My emotions were different. Part of me wanted to kiss him. He had made me feel amazing the night before. I don't think being with anyone else had ever felt that good. I almost wanted to do it again but I still didn't find him attractive. I knew one thing for certain. Our friendship would never be the same. Our relationship had lost its innocent brotherly, sisterly feel. I felt dirty and wrong. Everything was ruined.

His hand ran through my red, tangled hair. I pulled my head from his shoulder to look at him. The trust I had for him was somewhat broken. Not completely, I guess. I was devastated. I needed answers. It was detrimental that I understood why things had gone that far. Even still, as I surveyed his face the urge to kiss him lingered. Why?

"What are you thinking about?" He said to me. I relaxed my head against his chest once again.

"I just don't understand," I muttered. He sighed.

"Did you and Kelly take something?" He asked me.

"No, definitely not." I recalled taking shots with her. I don't think we could blame this on her.