Inmoral Pleasures [+21]

Chapter 2

Emma

Feeling a huge scare I open my eyes, I recognize the alarm sound while I'm trying to sit. My head is killing me with that migraine and I don't even know how I got to my room. The sun filters through the curtains increasing my discomfort, so I turn rubbing my eyes with my hand.

I stop any activity when I realize I'm just screwing the makeup. I know I look terrible, so I get out of bed, but the gagging consumes me. I don't waste time and I run to the bathroom like my life depends on it.

Without wanting to, I ended up on the floor and with my head in the toilet. I let the tears fall while my stomach threw everything, also all my energy.

Minutes in which I only try to breathe normally are being spent and it's when everything comes back to my memory like a punch. since we got to the club, and when i saw things that were not there. I took drinks from many people that I didn't know when I started to feel bad. The shame covers me when I just think that Sean is going to think about me as a drunk.

With all the energy left i got, i try to stand me up, then i wash my face and when i look at me i realize that i look like a degenerate that doesn't even wash her hair in three years and speaks with cats. I took the micellar water and removed the makeup, twenty minutes later and after washing my teeths three times, I finally look like a decent person, but with baggy eyes.

I changed my clothes to my pajamas and took dark glasses. I am ready to get out of my room. But not before taking the pills that were over my night table, I hope they help with my head.

The hallway is empty, so I start my journey making two steps in the stairs. I'm still dizzy, so I watch out not to fall. In five minutes I arrive at the kitchen, from the door frame I watch Seans back, a black shirt is covering the start of a tattoo that peeks out of his neck and goes down. He is moving everywhere. I don't know what things, but he is making me dizzy.

¨Good morning¨ I said.

Sean turns around and looks at me carefully, I give him an inexpressive gaze while I'm walking around the table and take a seat on one of the benches. I snort while putting both elbows over the white marble, while I hold my face and force myself to look at him.

He has baggy eyes and looks like he did not sleep.

¨How are you feeling¨ Asks in a rough tone ¨. You keep seeing three Seans? I mean, It is a good looking, but it is not normal. Should I take you to the hospital?¨ He asks without giving me a rest and I start to answer before he gives me a headache.

I should say, I have never been through something like that. I am dizzy with all those memories that I decide to act like nothing's happening. I try to convince myself that his presence and the intensity of his gaze are not making me nervous.

¨ I have a hella headache, and as you can see, I look like shit. I am not seeing the three of you, and I don't want to go to any hospital.¨ I resumed taking the bottle of water he gave to me.

¨You want some breakfast?¨

Me shaking my head is all he needs, he takes a plate from the cabinets and then starts to decorate it with whatever he cooked. Seconds after I have a five stars breakfast in front of me. French toasts with glass sugar and maple syrup. He also made eggs and fruit with orange juice.

Memories of my childhood are playing in my head while I am getting back to the years when we were just two kids. I used to wait for him to make the food I wanted, because I did not like the menu my parents gave to the chef.

¨Thank you¨ I told him when I am done.

¨No problem.¨

He took my plate and then starts to wash the things he used. I notice a slight discomfort of him with his deep frown.

¨I did not ruin your night with that girl. Didn't I?¨ I ask with a huge smile.

He noticed it, replying with the same energy.

¨Maybe you did me a favor¨ He shrugs

¨You look terrible, by the way. Haven't you taken a shower yet?

¨Such a dumbass¨ I scream offended.

¨You were the one who start, little girl¨ Alleges

¨I am not drinking again, do not worry¨ I told him, letting out a snort.

¨It was not your fault, though. Some bastard screwed up your drink . He explains under his breath, as if he were holding back his anger.

¨You good?¨ I ask, he looks at me as if he could understand my concert.

¨Huh, yeah...¨

Once he is done with the dishes, he dried them and let the rag he used over the table. Then, he walks around the table and that's when I know he already took a shower. He wears all black, jeans and shirt. Tennis and going back to his torso i noticed he wears golden rings in both hands. He sits in front of me. He doesn't know what else to do with his hands other than put them over the table, so I look at them in detail. One ring is black with gold lines and some weird details mixed tones all over the middle.

¨I am going out. I will be back in a couple hours¨ he let me know and I don't know why some pressure invades me.

I make a grimace that I don't bother to hide.

¨Why? Where are you going?

He takes some seconds before actually answering.

¨I have to solve some things in the downtown. I don't want you to go out like that, something could happen to you.¨ Warns, but that sounds like an order ¨ If you need something, you can call me¨

That club is in the downtown.

¨Who do you think you are to tell me what to do? I can take care of myself, besides I am already eighteen.

He sighs heavily, I think I'm starting to wear out his patience, but the fact that he gives me that strange smile makes me think he enjoys it.

¨One, i am your older brother, who knows if some toxin stills on your body, i don't want you somewhere yelling at people that they have twins and elf ears. ¨I hide a laugh letting him to keep his explanation ¨. I don't have time to discuss the second point. And three, I certainly know your age.

¨So, you understand very well that-

¨You are not even old enough to drink," he interrupted me, looking entertained ¨. That age just allows certain decision¨

¨ I don't even know your email. Where the hell am I getting your number?¨

He smile as he stood up.

¨It is not like you take care of your phone very well, little midget¨