Are You Afraid of Musicals?

Chapter 4.1: Traitor

Gabby's pov:

I slowly open my eyes, squinting and closing them again when I'm overwhelmed by the brightness that fills my room.

My ankle hurts a lot and I need to get a painkiller as soon as I can.

Getting out of bed and going to get my sweater to get the ones that the doctor gave me yesterday does not feel like a bearable option, so I bring myself to the hem of the bed and I try to reach the nightstand.

I pat the air with my hand until I finally find it, not opening my eyes and feeling completely exhausted as I open the drawer and I get my hand inside.

But instead of the plastic pack that I thought I would reach, my hand touches something cold.

I frown my brows as I slowly open my eyes again and I take a first groggy look inside the drawer, my eyes opening wide when I see two empty tequila bottles and one that's about to be.

Suddenly my pain is forgotten for a moment as my head flies from the drawer to the bed, my eyes darting around the room, which is not my room.

As I realize where am I, the memories from the previous night start coming back to me, flooding my mind and making me feel uneasy.

I carefully turn my head to the left, already knowing what I'm going to find, or rather not find, but I do it anyway.

The anxious feeling that fills my body when I take in the empty spot next to me, is one of the worst things that I've ever experienced, but I try to quickly brush it off.

Maybe she felt embarrassed about what happened, maybe she felt bad for being that rough and she's giving me space...

I honestly don't know how do I feel about last night myself. I did wanted for it to happen, gosh I've been longing for it to happen, but there's a feeling that I can't quite shake.

When she started kissing me everything felt right, I was transported back to that day when we kissed for the first time and it felt so feel her again.

But then... then she started doing it as if she wanted to be done with it, to be done with me, and that felt... I'm still trying to figure out how it felt.

Maybe it's just my anxiety talking, maybe she's just into that kind of things and I'm just overreacting. Cause I won't lie, she made me feel so good, but she was a bit too rough.

But that's ok, I'll just talk to her and we'll figure it out together... right?

I would like to know where this leaves us, what does she think, but she's not even here and that's not a good point to start with and it's definitely not helping my insecurities.

Cause I want us to be together, to figure this out together. Last night just reminded me about how much I really want her, but it also showed me for the first time that she does too, so I remain hopeful. I have to.

I take a look at the drawer again, looking directly at the empty bottles. Maybe is that, maybe she was drunk, she went a little bit overboard and now she's embarrassed, but I genuinely think that we can work this out.

Maybe I'm looking at it from the bright side, but what happened yesterday, even given the circumstances, needs to mean something, cause it really meant something for me.

A jolt of pain rushing up my leg makes my breath catch, bringing me back to reality.

I scan the room looking for my sweater, finding it resting on my crutches that are somehow resting on the floor next to my side of the bed.

I smile at the thought of Dani putting them there so it would be easier for me to grab them, as a wave of hope washes through my body.

She cares about me.