Chapter Thirteen: NO!
Angelina P.O.V
I blinked awake, there was a golden light glowing into the room. I opened the eyes and the first thing I saw was my ring. The one Ayden had given me. I stretched and my hand hit something fleshy. I looked over and saw Zaine sleeping next to me. I looked around the room. Wait, this weren’t my room.
I clutched the sheets to my naked chest. No, no, no. I hadn’t... we hadn’t... had we? I peaked and saw Zaine was naked too. NO! I felt sick, silent tears rolled down my face. What had I done, I’d betrayed Ayden, and my devotion to him. I was just like any other slut. I didn’t deserve him anymore.
I sat up and cried. Cried hard. I felt Zaine wake up and put his arms around me. I cried harder. I shoved him off and turned my back on him. I felt him get out the bed. A few seconds later he came round to kneel in front of me. I noticed he’d thrown on some boxers and a t-shirt.
“What’s wrong Angel?” He asked worriedly.
I ignored him and rocked back and forth, my thoughts wondering to the blade I had in my bathroom at home. I gently stood up the sheets still wrapped around me. For some reason I felt self conscious even though Zaine had seen it all last night. I picked my clothes up off the floor and headed to the bathroom.
I got changed and splashed my face with water. When I came out, Zaine was waiting right by the door for me. He grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.
“What’s wrong Angel, did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m fine...I had a bad dream” I said lamely.
“No, that’s not it, I knew I shouldn’t have... it’s too soon...we should have-no I-“
“Its fine Ayden seriously I’m okay, it wasn’t my first time don’t worry”
He looked at me shocked “My name’s Zaine” He whispered.
I stood there shocked, had I really called him Ayden. I thought over and realised I had. I watched him, his hurt face. I watched it crumble as he turned from me.
“I’ll go...breakfast” I heard him mumble before he left the room.
I was about to call after him, his proper name, but I could use this as my chance to escape. I edged over to his window. It opened outwards. I looked down, it was quiet a drop. I flung myself out the window. Landing on my feet but buckling under the pressure, and ended up rolling into a bush. I stood up dusting myself off before running away from the house.
