Moonstone

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 (Silver POV)

“God damn!” Silver thought as she woke up. Her head hurt like someone rammed it into a wall, and then hit her with a bus, twice.

“What happened?” she murmured out loud, rubbing her forehead.

Pictures flashed through her memory, her slapping Damon, getting very drunk, dancing with some guy whose name she didn’t remember, and then nothing. Nothing at all.

‘How did I get home?’ she wondered.

Only Damien and Torrie had keys to her room, and neither was in the room.

‘Did someone break in?’ she thought, getting a little panicky. Then she spotted a key on her bedside table, her key.

Someone brought her home. Her first thought was Damon, but he was as drunk as her last night. There was no way he could’ve carried her all the way up from the woods and up four flights of stairs. Damien, he wasn’t too drunk, but he wouldn’t have left a key there. The guy she was dancing with, more than likely he took her home. She called Damien.

“Hello?” he sounded awful.

“Dam, god I’m so sorry” she felt horrible about making him drink. She knew how much he hates it.

“It’s ok S. Do you need me to come get you? Are you still in the woods?” she could tell he was worried.

“No” she said.

“S you can’t walk home alone. Where are you? It’s really no problem for me… wait do you not know where you are? S, don’t worry I’m going to find you. Don’t move! I’m coming!” his voice turned hysterical.

“No Dam, I’m in my room. Torrie’s not. Can you come over?  I’m really confused” Silver said weakly.

“Yea, I’ll be right over. I’m glad you’re ok.” Damien was calm now.

“Bye Dam, see you in a few” she hung up and pulled her covers up. She was still pretty freaked out.

A few minutes later there was a knock at her door and a rattling of her lock opening.

“Silver? It’s me.” Damien said softly. She pulled the covers off her head.

“Wow, what happened to you?”

“I wish I knew” Silver whispered.

“Scoot over” Damien said and climbed into the bed with her.

“What do I do Dam?” she whimpered.

“Shhhh Silver shhhh” Damien tried to calm her down. “Um, you didn’t do anything too bad. You got really drunk. You danced with Wes Cy, went into the woods, and never came back. Wes went off and danced with Naomi when you didn’t come back…. Oh, and you slapped Damon in the face for calling me a faggot.” He said, smiling at the last bit.

“Oh, was he too mad?”

“He was drunk S. He probably doesn’t remember a thing.” He assured her.

“Good, ‘cause things were going good for awhile.”

“Ok so, how did you get home?” Damien asked.

“That’s the thing, I don’t remember. I have no idea who brought me home, how they knew what my room number was, and how they got in using my key.” Silver shuddered.

Damien put an arm around her shoulders.

“Oh wow… was everything… intact?” he asked.

“Yea, my clothes weren’t messed with.”