I Need A Map, Sir

Chapter 9.

Chapter 9.

"Shit." I muttered as I sat up holding my pounding head. I looked around the room, I was in Ryan's bedroom. Why was I here? I got out of the bed instantly feeling like I was going to be sick, I darted to the bathroom and for once I was thankful someone had left the toilet seat up. I collapsed beside and spewed my guts up. "What the fuck happened last night?" I mumbled to myself once I'd brushed my teeth with my finger. I looked at my reflection, to say I was state would be the understatement of the century! However after throwing up my head stopped acheing. My long brown hair was a matted mess, the hair bobble I knew I had in yesterday was long gone. I was still in last nights clothes, minus the spiked jacket and killer heels. Why did I get wasted last night? 

"Sofia." Ryan's voice made me jump, I turned to look at his clearly still angry face. In fact, he wasn't looking at me, he was looking through me. What did I do last night? "Brad is here to pick you up." His voice was emotionless, bland, nothing. Brad was here? I nodded and he left. I followed his limping self into the front room where Brad was stood with my jacket. Why was he limping? I walked over to him and slid my arms into it before sliding my feet into the heels he had by his feet. The air was awkward and tense.

"Come on, lets get you home." Brad wrapped his arm around my shoulder, careful to avoid the spikes in my jacket. I followed him to the door, I turned around to look at Ryan who was looking out the window, his back turned to me.

"Bye." I croaked feeling as if I might cry. I must have done something bad, even though my head felt better it still ached leaving me unable to think. I got no reply so I left with Brad, allowing him to direct me to his car and drive us back to mine. 

"Do you want me to stay?" Brad asked as we sat in his car outside my block of aparements. I shook my head. "I'll see you Monday ok?" I nod before getting out of the car.

I made my way into my appartment and locked the door behind me. I needed some painkillers imidiately! I dug my way through some drawers until I found what I was searching for. I downed two of the pills and decided to get some rest. I sat down on my sofa and fell asleep almost instantly. 

I gasped as I woke up gripping at my neck desperately. I was being strangled by someone I couldn't see telling me I took Ryan from them! Calm down Sofia, it was only a dream. More like a nightmare. Then it all came flooding back to me! I sat up as I remembered why I'd gone to get drunk. Ryan had a dead fiance and a child. The cuts and bruises on his face were from some gang who had beaten him because he'd put the person who murdered his fiance, in front of his kid, in jail. Thats where he ran off to when he left me in his bed after fucking me. He'd gone to put someone in jail and consequently got beaten up. It all coming back to me just made me wish it hadn't. I'd gone off, he thought I was lost, he thought that dickhead Carter had taken me and began beating him up. Dylan had found me and returned me to Ryan who at this point was fuming with me because I'd made him lose his stupid race. I kicked him with my killer heals and fallen to the ground. Thats why he was limping. I was surprised I didn't have a bruise, but that would explain why my head hurt so bad, I never usually get hangovers. It was a lot to take in and I so desperately wanted to grab a bottle and get paraletic. I couldn't become like I used to be again... I couldn't keep giving in like this. The temptation however, was what eventually dragged me to the bottle in my kitchen cupboard... and the rest.

-Monday-

I parked up in the college car park and took one quick swig of the bottle on my passenger seat before shoving it into my bag. Driving drunk, not something new to me. I grabbed a stick of gum and placed in my mouth, as I began chewing minty freshness erupted in my mouth. I got out of the car, grabbed my bag, and locked it behind me. I was wearing my black converse with some black ripped jeans and and oversized black jumper, not the hooded kind the ones with the simple round neck, sweater or whatever. My brown hair was up in a messy but neat bun out of my face. I made my way into the building, what little light there was was being kept out of my eyes by my large sunglasses.