The morning I woke up, my arm felt like shit, but the few pain killers I had from nearly getting crushed by a van from last year helped ebb away some of the pain.
But the pain I could deal with—it was the aftermath of everything I was having a hard time wrapping my head around.
Last night, Edward and I had our first fight. We've bickered before, but never quite like this. I could see what happened meant more to him than it did to me. It changed everything—but none of us wanted to admit it.
I could tell this was going to be a shitty morning not because I was in pain, or because I knew Edward and I are not on the best of terms, but because of the odd gnawing sensation inside me warning me something bad was going to happen. I just didn't know what that something was.
It didn't help I had nightmares —they were worst this time too. Edward figured sleeping in the same bed as me couldn't constitute well considering we fought, so I found that my mind was overloaded, and I decided to altogether not sleep after my nightmares acted up. I would just wait it out—and think. Staring up at my ceiling, trying to reason out what Edward was really thinking, how strange he acted when his whole family went bloodlust on me.
In a way, his empty unemotional face haunted me. I didn't like it. I didn't like what was behind it.
I decided since I'm not going to sleep, I'd just be up and get ready for the day. Granted, it was three in the morning, but I figured if I can't sleep, might as well just get some stuff done around the house. Coffee sounded really good just about now, so when I went downstairs into the kitchen to start a pot, I was caught by surprise to find Kimi with folded arms on the island, her head limp between her elbows, and a fresh aroma of coffee grounds brewing from the coffee pot.
"Oh, you're up," When a groan was all that greeted me from Kimi's lips, I chuckled amusedly, reaching for a mug from the cabinet and pouring myself some coffee, "How's the hangover?"
Another groan and Kimi lifted her head a smidge, her lips parched and her face pale and depleted. I could see avid drooping bags under her eyes. She ran her hands through her hair, "Like I got hit with a train and ran over. Twice."
I took a sip of my coffee and chuckled, "Well, I did warn you."
"I know," Kimi grounded out, "But I'm a sucker for tequila."
"And tequila is like a sucker punch to the face the next morning," I teased, enjoying the pleasant acidic and bitter taste of coffee. My nerves buzzed at the caffeine boost.
