Dark Paradise

Chapter 26: Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts

             I slowly open my eyes and regret it instantly, my head feels like a semi has ran it over and the sunlight coming from the windows do not help one bit. I turn my head to the side and I see Michael pulling on his shirt and for a moment I am confused until I see the look of pity he gives me and the memories from earlier this morning come flooding back. The last place I remember being was out in the hallway and Michael was no where in sight. How did I end up here?   

        "How did I end up in your room? Also stop looking at me like that" I finally say after a few minutes. 

       "I found you in the hallway. You weren't very coherent at the time, probably why you don't remember that" Michael says as he sits on the bed. 

      "Oh, I see" I say looking at the wall that is straight ahead. 

      "I got your things from the room for you. Figured you don't really want to see him right now" He says softly to me, clearly not trying to upset me further. 

     "Thank you" I say as my voice cracks. 

     "Peyton" He says and the pity is back. 

     "I'm fine. What time is it anyways?" I ask him 

     "You slept for most of the day. It's 6:30 pm" He tells me with a small smile. 

     "Holy shit why did you let me sleep all day?!" I ask him amazed at myself for sleeping so late. 

     "Because you didn't get in here until like 3:45 AM" He says 

     "Oh.. Where are you going?" I ask him curiously.

     "Out.. Wanna come?" He asks me with a wiggle of his eye brows. 

     "Will you wait for me to shower and get ready?" I ask hopeful that he won't turn me down  

     "Well obviously Peyton" He says with a small laugh. 

     "Don't let me forget that I need to call the airlines and move my flight to the soonest one out of here they have" I tell him as I carefully get out of his bed and realize I still don't have pants on. 

   "You're really leaving? And don't worry I slept on the couch" He says to me. 

   "I am certainly not staying here no. Also I wouldn't have cared if you slept in the bed, it's not like I am with him anymore anyways" I say softly as I walk into the bathroom trying to avoid any more talk of the boy who completely shattered my world only mere hours ago. I slip out of the shirt I have on and throw it as far away from me as I possibly can. 

He's  all over me. It's all I feel his him. I look down at my body and see the marks on my body from last night. I look in the mirror and see the purple marks on my neck and chest, normally I would feel joy at the reminders of the night before but right now all I feel is sick. I look at the girl in the mirror and I feel pity even for myself. I did what I said I would never do, I let someone become my whole happiness and they broke me. I let someone show me what it's like to want to be alive. I get into the show and make a vague note that it's far too hot but I just don't give a fuck. I go through the motions like a robot and once my hair is clean and I have scrubbed my skin to the  point of being red, I sink to the the floor and let the broken girl who saw hope in life cry herself out. I don't know how long I've been in here for before the shower curtain is moved to the side and there stands Michael with a towel. 

    "Up we go" He says says after turning off the water and wrapping the towel around me as best as he could before picking me up and taking me out of the bathroom.