I'd Kill You First: when bad meets bad

Chap. 56

SODA:

I knew I was hungover before I even opened my eyes, and it was the most foreign yet familiar feeling in the world. I hadn't touched a drop of alcohol since my middle teen years when the only thing that kept the pain at bay was being drunk or stoned out of my mind all the time. I was used to hangovers, but at the same time, I wasn't sure what to do with myself at that moment.

I was blank. I didn't remember much from the previous night at all, besides getting so drunk I began to sob since I could no longer control my feelings. I think that was also a reason I stopped drinking. I hated having emotions. Then the realization that I was laying in an extremely comfortable bed hit me like a school bus, and I yanked my eyes open without moving the rest of me.

I was literally two inches away from the most prominent jawline I had ever seen. Traveling up the face with my eyes, I saw slightly thick brown eyebrows, long lashes that rested on high cheek bones, flawless skin, barely parted pink lips, and dark brown hair that was cut into a sharp style. It wasn't messy at all. More like a longer version of a military cut with a longer, spiked up section at the front.

I raised by brows at him, taken aback at his looks. In his sleep, he looked way too innocent for my liking. I didn't usually sleep with guys like this. I liked experienced and cocky to the core, jerks. They were easier to leave and move on from. Had I slept with this man? He looked to be maybe around my age, twenty-one at least.

He lay with his toned arms tucked underneath his pillow, flat on his stomach so that the sculpted and bare muscles of his shoulders and back were on display. His right cheek rested on the pillow, face turned to me as he breathed steadily through the slit in his lips.

Trying to be quiet, I reached over and lifted the sheets, letting out a silent sigh of relief when I saw he had on a black pair of low riding sports shorts. I checked myself and realized I was wearing a large gray man's t-shirt, but I still had on my underwear. Had he changed me? What kind of guy brought a girl home, put her in clean clothes, and literally just fell asleep with her?

I was propped up on my elbows, staring at this man as I tried to figure out my current situation, when his eyes suddenly snapped open without warning.

I lost my breath.

He had the greenest eyes I had ever seen, and I'd be damned if a sharp pang of pain didn't hit me in the chest as I remembered another pair of green eyes that I missed. 

As if on some type of freaky reflex, my elbow shot out and connected with his temple. He let out half a noise of pain, then his eyelids fluttered back down and his once tense muscles went limp.

Well that took care of him...

I stared at him a moment longer, put off by the strong feeling of guilt I suddenly felt. Why did I feel like I owed him something? Like he had done something big for me? There had to be a reason I was here with him.

I almost leaped out of bed when, out of all my hazy memories of the previous night, I remembered my safety plan. It was habit to do it, and I was so glad.

Searching for my clothes, I found them folded neatly in a desk chair across the apartment. Yanking my phone from my pants pocket, I found it to be dead.

But I mean, your phone would probably be dead too if it had been recording all night.

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After finding a charger, waiting half an hour, and listening to hours of my embarrassing, drunk behavior, I found myself sitting in a chair by the bed, staring numbly at the man still in it.