Fated - The Scorpion & The Butterfly

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The Butterfly

The pounding in my head jolted me awake and I grimaced at the pain.

Fucking tequila.

My eyes were blurry and I blinked the sleep away as I sat up, my hand to my head. As my vision cleared I realized I was not in my bed.

Oh fuck.

I looked over to see the red dress I had worn the night before hanging neatly on the closet door. My face burned. I jumped from the bed and realized I was in a shirt that wasn't mine either, but the familiar scent of it gave me a calming feeling.

I turned to the table beside the bed and gave it a confused smile.

Drink me :)

Take me :)

I giggled slightly at the sloppy smiley faces and picked up the bottle of aspirin. I opened it and then grabbed the glass of water, downing one of the pills.

Intrusive thoughts entered my mind.

You just took a pill at a random person's house. Are you crazy?

I pushed the thoughts away as a familiar taste was left in my mouth. Definitely aspirin.

As I sat the glass back down, something on the bed caught my eye. I turned to look at it and my heart stopped.

Oh. My. God.

It was like seeing the small red stain reminded my body of what was going on because as soon as I realized what it was— I was hit with a massive cramp.

I winced, caught off guard a bit. I looked around the room like I had a bag somewhere but I knew I didn't. This was so embarrassing. I still didn't even know whose apartment I was in and now I've gone and bled on their sheets.

Just then, I jumped a bit as the door opened and a head popped in.

"Rosie? You're awake. I made breakfast." Zack walked into the room with a plate and I stood there like a deer in headlights, tugging the t-shirt down as an attempt to hide myself.

His chest was bare and all he wore was a pair of black sweatpants that made my knees weak. He moved closer and I felt my cheeks warming. The thought of him seeing the stain on the bed made me want to crawl into the deepest hole and never come out.

He leaned over a bit to sit the plate on the side table and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping he wouldn't see it.

Fuck. He saw it.

He looked up at me with a soft smile. "There's no need to be embarrassed, Rosie." I swallowed hard trying to force a sense of relief at his words. He then simply walked away and into the bathroom. I still stood frozen in place as I heard the water turn on.

Curious now, I slowly moved to peek into the bathroom. He was running a bath. For me? I watched as bubbles began to grow as the tub filled up. I wanted to die. From the embarrassment or the simple and sweet action, I wasn't sure, but I did. He turned and looked at me before making his way back out into the bedroom and over to the dresser.

"You can wear these." He pulled out some clothes and placed them on the bed for me before nudging me into the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and washcloth from the shelf. He laid the towel on the closed lid of the toilet and the wash cloth over the side of the tub before turning the water off.

I looked at him, a bit confused. He's the last person I'd expect to be so sweet. Especially over something like this. I would have expected him to make a joke of it.