Two hearts one wish 💚🔥-Greenflame

What does my uncle want now?

Lloyd pov

I was lying on my side. A faint ticking in the back of my head had woken me. I was curled up on a soft couch. I tried to take in my surroundings, but my eyes were too blurry to see out of.

My head felt heavy. I didn't want to move. I blinked, there was a ticking sound that slowly grew louder in my brain. I could distinctively smell bacon cooking.

Bacon and eggs.

God, I want to throw up.

I groggily pushed myself up. A soft pink blanket fell off me and I clutched my head. It felt like it was on fire, this was possibly going to be one of the worst hangovers I'd had.

Where am I even?

I didn't recall why I was on this soft leather couch, or how I ended up wrapped in a pink blanket.

Last I remembered I'd been out drinking.

I frowned, trying to remember.

There had been that song I liked. I forgot its name.

Then I met that guy who.. Oh fuck.

It hit suddenly.

The smell of the strangers apartment.

Getting pushed upon that absolutely filthy couch.

His horrible smelling breath upon my neck.

My heartbeat began racing. I tried to stand up, but my legs had turned to jelly.

I had sworn that would NEVER happen again in a situation like that.

I am not helpless like I used to be.

My fault for thinking I was invincible I suppose . Guess my brain isn't invincible though.

My eyes focused on the clock hanging above the door across the room.

10:26 am

So that's where the tickling is coming from.

Wait, I have seen that clock before.

I felt sickness rising in my throat as I realized where I was.

Fuck, I remember now.

I have got to get out of here.

"Lloyd!" a familiar voice echoed through the room.

I froze, dread creeping over every inch of my body. 

 No. 

I must be dreaming.

I struggled to focus as my father walked into the room. He was dressed in his Gi as usual. And calm as always.

"Hey, easy son, it's just me."

No.

I coughed, falling back and burying my face into the couch, clutching at my head with trembling hands.

He's not here, it's not happening.

I felt an arm rest gently on my shoulder.

"I made you breakfast, I know you probably aren't hungry yet, but it's important you eat something."

If I'm just silent, he will go away, it's not real.

I didn't respond. After a moment I heard my father stand up.

"I'll leave you to rest, I'll be here if you need anything, there is water and some orange juice on the table, Try to drink something if you can."

He knows.. What is he going to think of me?