Deep Regression

Again?

Chapter playlist: Scientist by Coldplay, Problem work out edition.

I wake up in a strangers bed and with no clothes on. The confusion clear on my face I'm sure. I turn onto my side and get a view of my new one night stand. Peter.
"Oh God." I whisper quietly.
Slowly and carefully I lift the covers. Trying not to wake him, I slip back into my pajamas and go for the door.
Oh God what did I do? What the fuck did I do!? I'm ruined, destroyed, I wasn't supposed to sleep with him!
I pull open the door and hear slight shuffling behind me. I turn back around and see Peter in a different position on the bed.
The coast is clear for me to move, move fast. I sprint through the door and shut it quickly.
I sigh loudly and tiptoe to the kitchen to begin on my breakfast. I'm thinking Eggs and Bacon, what do you think?
My kitchen is only a couple of feet away when suddenly I look down and see a shard of glass let untouched where Jane was. Jane. Numbly I kneel down and pick it up cautiously. Analyzing every detail, every scratch, every edge, and every point; including the one with red blood still on it.
"Selena?"
I jump and wipe my singular tear in my left eye. Quickly setting the glass down as the memories of her come back to me, all the pain.
"Morning."
He chuckles slightly and I hear creeks as he comes closer to me.
"Morning, How are you?"
I sigh and continue to hear the creeks grow more comfortable.
"Fine, you or are we actually going to go through this bullshit like this?" I'm just going to say what's on my mind.
"Woah, Easy Bossy, I'm just being a "good" roommate."
I watch as he smirks past me and goes to the stove.
"Ya, uh...Listen, Last night was-"
"A mistake, I know, but now here's the next question. What's next?" He searches through m cupboards for something.
"What do you mean?" My eyebrows scrunch and confusion has to be clear on my face.
"Well, back to the same old same old? I'm your roommate, just your roommate, or we become something labeled?"
"I'm not really looking for any labeling." I shake my head and go to the refrigerator.
My neck aching with a deep muscle ache. I use my fingers and try to massage it out good enough to be bearable.
"Good, neither am I. Now here's the second question, One time thing?" This time I hear him clanking pans and pots accidentally.
"Uhh, Peter-"
"Or..." He trails off.
I wait for his sentence to be done, but then his breath is hot on my neck. My knees lock and I grip onto the refrigerator handle. I refuse to give into this kind of act. Breaking is not an option when the enemy is so close.
"We going to fuck again?" He whispers.
I turn around because I will not give him the pleasure of striking enough fear in me that I can't even face him. Putting all my rage and every other emotion that'll hopefully make him back off in my eyes.
"It's complicated." I say irritatedly.
His smile instilled on his face, never to leave it. He seemed almost amused by the fact that I'm irritated and strong.
Peter's hand tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear and then leans down and kisses my cheek with his lips. I couldn't have felt more emotionless then right now.
"Cant wait."
He backs off and goes back over to the stove. Turning back around to the fridge and opening it for water I mutter words that were meant for my ears only.
"Fucking creep."
"Easy for you to say." Peter's voice replies.
I don't care what he thinks or feels, it was never about him last night. It was about getting rid of my memories.
My feet carry me to my room and my closet. Dragging my eyes across the neatly hanging workout clothes, I spot black tight fitting yoga pants and pulling them on was half the battle. My hands grab a black sports bra and a white with gray decal workout sweater.
Morning run, here I come.