P S Y C H E

Chapter Thirty Eight

Mia

Did I do something wrong? Look, I'm no biologist but this was my first time. He couldn't be that cruel? Right? Maybe it's because we're in public? I sure as fuck hope so otherwise, I have a few things to say when we arrive back to the house.

    I just laid on the bed and blushed. God, he has so much more experience maybe I was really bad? I don't fucking know. I just took my hair down and ran my fingers through the knots before grabbing my phone and heading downstairs.

I just smile and look at my phone, seeing he did leave a few marks. Does this mean we're together now? Does this mean I am finally his? What does it mean? I felt like I was being delusional but, couldn't place why. Maybe I was just still high from the orgasm I just had.

    I would make my way into the kitchen and wait patiently. Looking around for Jaeden, I didn't see him. Weird. Where the fuck did he go? He said he was getting a drink. I grab some water and put a lime slice in it before sipping it.

    I was just really in my emotions right now but, that's weird for ne considering I had the emotional capacity of a paper clip.

    A good thirty minutes had passed so, I called Jaeden before texting him. Nothing. Where the fuck is he? I'm starting to get tired and want to go to sleep. He knows I love sleep more than anything else. I just want to go home and all of a sudden have this sudden urge to be in the mans arms for him to hold me and call me 'Babygirl' and run his fingers through my hair. Just love on me.

    However, he was no where in the kitchen. So, I get up and start looking for him. I start upstairs and he wasn't there. I had to have walked in on atleast two threesomes and people doing drugs. It was interesting and a little triggering but, Jaeden doesn't like sensitive girls so, I kept it to myself.

    I then find myself on the main floor once more. Checked every office, the kitchen again, the bathrooms, a spare bedroom. Still. Nothing.

So, I call him again.

This time it goes straight to voicemail.

Where the fuck are you?

    I just want to go home.

    However, that wouldn't be happening.

    Then, I find myself in the basement tat's only lit by LED Light's. It was dark as fuck but, I found him.
    And some fucking brunette making out on the couch.

    I was seeing a blood red and could fcel the heat in my veins along with trails of tears, falling off my cheek. I lick my lip.

How could he?

How dare he?

How fucking dare he?

    I swallow before grabbing a drink and throwing it on the girl and him. I fucking hate him. I hate him so much.

    "What the fuck Mia?!" He yelled at me before pushing the girl off him. I could smell the alcohol coming off him as I locked eyes with him. I shook my head. "After fucking everything... You just took my virginity!" He slammed a bottle next to my head.
    I dodged it and he took a deep breath. "Leave. Find your own ride home and not to my house you delusional little girl."

    I laughed. "Gladly!" I then turn to leave.

    "I told you from the very beginning you wren't my type."

    That was the night my heart broke. I turn and go up the stairs. Leaving him to be fucking miserable.