Just One More Night

Eliza's POV

"That was great," the boy I had met that night said as he got up off of me. He gasped and put his arms behind his head. I made a crooked smile and turned the other direction. I didn't even know this guys name. But that was pretty normal to me.

I never ever kept in touch with the guys I slept with. Sex, just really wasn't a big deal to me, really. I had always been around it. I had lost my virginity at twelve to an upper classman who never spoke to me again. All he would do was look at me and whisper to his friends, I thought he liked me.

But since then, I always thought that was the right thing to do. Just ignore the person after it like it was no big deal. I enjoyed having it. Just multiple partners was exciting to me. I guess you could call me a whore or whatever but I call it experimenting.

I pulled the covers around my chin and covered my naked body under the sheets. The boy got close up to my back and put his arm around my waste. After about a few minutes, I heard him snoring. I then scrambled out from under his arm and gathered my clothes on the floor. I quickly got dressed and quietly walked out into the parking lot.

It was about midnight so I couldn't see a thing. I pulled out my phone and dialed the familiar number to a taxi company that was known to my frequent needs. "Hello, um, I need to be picked up immediatley at 453 S. Perkinsons Road," I said flashing my phone on the address of the building. I  paced back and forth until the man said they will be their shortly.

I then tucked my phone in my bag and sat upon the curb feeling the cool breeze flow through my sweaty hair. My hair was in knots dangling from the sides of my scalp. When I get home, I definitely need to bathe.

Finally, the taxi came into view and pulled up beside the wanted address. I climbed into the bed of the back seat and handed the driver money. "132 Howard Road," I said to him. He nodded and took my money in my hand and focused back on the road.

I tucked my arms against my chest and looked out the window. I wonder if he woke yet, I wondered to myself. He would forget me though, they always will. Just like the others, not even a smudge of their memory filled my mind.

I leaned my forehead against the glass and felt coolness from the surface. It felt nice, leaving my head there. I shut my eyes and breathed in heavily and opened my eyes again to the city lights in London.

"We are here," I heard the driver say stopping the car to my flat.

"Thank you," I said and took off my heels and carried them in my hand. I walked barefoot through the damp grass to the main entrance and looked for my keys in my purse. I searched and searched until I found the copper key that was warn out. I better get a new one before this stops working.

I turned the lock and went inside with the door automatically shutting behind me. I went up the steps to the second floor where my flat awaited for my return.

I unlocked the door and stumbled in throwing my heels to the side. Walking to my bedroom I tripped on one of my books that was laying on the floor. "Ugh," I said and moved the book out of the way.

After I placed my bag on my bed, I walked into the kitchen where Charlie, my cat lay. "Hey Charlie are you hungry?" I asked and looked at my clock which said it was about four in the morning.

He purred and went around my legs tickling them. I giggled and grabbed some milk from the fridge and poured half a bowl for him. He meowed and stuck his pink tongue into it lapping it up.

I petted him and he arched his back so my hand trailed to his tail. I smiled and then returned to my room and began to undress for my shower. I hung my dress up in my closet that was short with black lace and a tan body.

I turned on the hot water and ran my hand over the faucet waiting for the right moment to step into it. I then felt the exact temperature and stepped in sliding the shower curtain in place.

The water hit my back and sent chills down my spine making me shiver. I grabbed my soap and washed thouroughly trying not to feel dirty from the previous action I put my body through. Still, I felt dirty, so I decided to wash again and again until I gave up and fell onto the floor. I put my face in my hands and the water continued to drain over me.

"I can't do this anymore," I said to myself and pulled my knees to my head. A few tears escaped from my eyes and I lifted my face to the shower and let it wash them away.

I always said this to myself after I wanted it. I would change my mind the next night and over and over again. It was just a phase of regret that would come over me now and then. I was losing mind but seemed to overcome that feeling, somehow.

I stood up and got out of the shower turning the water off. I pulled the towell around my body and looked in the mirror. My makeup was smeared from the sweat and water, I looked horrible. I grabbed a kleenex and harshly rubbed it against my skin wanting to get rid of the black surrounding my eyes.

When I was done, I grabbed my brush and combed my brown hair that stretched to the middle of my back.

I then brushed my teeth and got dressed and ready for bed. Since it was friday night, I could sleep in tomorrow. My friends wanted me to go out with them later that evening and I said I would go, but now I wasn't sure. I probably will go, I can't lose my friends also right?