The Girlfriend

Part 10

**One Month Later**

I leaned over the bed, and threw up in the waste back that seemed to be permanently glued there. My mouth felt so dirty as if I hadn't brushed my teeth in days. I rolled out of bed, a dizzy spell immediately hitting me, causing me to crash into my closet. I took the door straight of the hinges; my shoulder ached from the impact. I straightened and ignored the chaos I had just caused, and continued on to the bathroom.

As I entered, I rinsed out my mouth and splashed cold water on my face. I glanced at myself in the small vanity mirror and cringed at what stared back me. My hair was greasy, a clear indicator that maybe I hadn't showered in days. My usual slightly scruff face, had a full beard that looked dirty and completely unappealing.

A spot on my shoulder had me looking down, noticing a distinct dirt smudge. How had I got that on my shoulder? Looking down at my boxer clad body, I noticed that I was covered in a fine layer of dirt, almost as if I had been bathing in it. I snorted at the thought. That honestly made the most sense out of all the shit that had been happening to me lately.

That day, when my brothers and I decided to look for Emily, had been an utter and complete bust. They had questioned me about her, trying to get information to go on so they could make an efficient search. The only thing I had been able to supply them with was that her name was Emily, she had brown hair and eyes, she was about 5'4, and that our mutual friend was named West. They had all looked at me with incredulity. Mr. Blackbourne's words from that day, constantly echoed in my mind.

I had said "...Yeah, and the guy who introduced us is named West."

Mr. Blackbourne watched me with irritated eyes, but he continued to attempt to be helpful as he questioned "And do either of these individuals have a last name? That could reduce the search time exponentially."

Embarrassed, I rubbed the back of my neck as I answered honestly "I don't know."

His eyes turned piercing as he hissed at me "You don't know the last name of your girlfriend?!"

I shook my head, knowing I had beyond fucked up. I had nothing to say to justify what I had done.

His face was in a firm mask of anger, his hands balled up at his sides "I bet once you accomplished your goal of getting her in your bed, everything else became irrelevant, or am I wrong Mr. Taylor?"

I was about to protest his words, not knowing what I was going to say, but feeling the need to argue my cause even if it was a lost one.

He simply turned around, and began walking away, mumbling "It's no wonder she left."

His last words had haunted me for the last month. His words had put into perspective why the girl who had weaseled her way into my heart, and taken it over was now gone. She had disappeared into thin air and I couldn't find her. And the only person I had to blame was myself.

I had taken advantage of her. She was intoxicated, she was vulnerable, she was innocent and I didn't give a damn about any of those things. Mr. Blackbourne had been right, once she was in my bed, I had forgotten about everything else. I was so self absorbed, thinking about what I wanted, I never even truly got to know her.

She said she wanted me, but maybe she felt pressured. She probably regretted giving her first time to a stranger, someone who didn't even know how old she was, what her last name was, or even where she lived. From the moment she announced her virginity, I knew I shouldn't have proceeded. But the testosterone in me got the better of me and here I was paying for my mistakes.

My brothers didn't understand how I felt so strongly about a girl I had meet one day, and lost the same day. I knew I was being unreasonable, obsessed even, but I needed Emily. I had never had anyone make me feel so alive, never had anyone not judge me. She accepted me for who I was, and trusted me with her life. She was beautiful, she was fun, and she was mine. I had laid claim to her, she was meant for me, there was simply no denying it.