That Night Everything Fell Apart #Wattys2016

XI. The News

Chapter XI: The News

Sheer terror registered in my system after wildly contemplating what that smirk meant. On a daily basis, that smirk could've been cute or could be enough to easily make my knees fall into a standing jell-o mold. But not today, my dear friends. Because as of today, May 19, 2015, marked the day I face my eternal doom.

I dig deep into the deepest pits of my head for any fragment of what had happened last night but failed to do so. I really don't know why but I really can't remember a thing as soon as we got out of the car.

I couldn't stomach the possibility that we... Oh dear God.

"You were a bit clumsy last night, eh?" Kyle said while stretching his body in a sexy kind of way. "And clingy, too."

There was nothing in his words that could tame my already pulsing heartbeats. As if it was perfectly selected to cause one major commotion inside my chest. I think my heart's going to rip itself right out of my chest any minute now.

Just as I couldn't contain my feeling anymore, I lashed out.

"Why would you do that?! Huh?! Don't you have any decency in your body? Don't you have any conscience, you jerkhead! You goddamn bastard!" I enraged. I am hitting him with all my might and he just dodged all of it.

"What have I done?" He asked behind his hands in which he used as a shield. I can see through it and his brows were as furrowed as mine.

"Oh we are so done denying everything, jackass! You ruined me!" I yelled at him at the top of my lungs.

"Wait. Wait. Wait. Ruined you? What have I done to ruin you? Were you even thinking I did something nasty to you?!" He exclaimed.

"Well, explain to me why I am in here!"

"You were drunk! I didn't know what to do with you. You were a big mess, Rebecka. And besides there's not much to appreciate in your body, for your information. You were flat as fuck! And don't call me shitty nicknames! I didn't have much choice but to change your fucking clothes into mine because yours were covered with puke! And who's stupid enough to lock all the doors of your room and hide the key in God knows where? And if I don't fucking care about your well-being, I'd rather let yoy sleep outside than in my room, dummy! Well, thank you, Rebecka! Thank you so much!" Kyle said. The veins on his neck were bulging because of abger and frustration.

I was baffled. I can't seem to find a single word to say to that. I remained watching him as his anger is nowhere near subsiding.

"You mean we didn't?"

"Of course we didn't! You were nowhere near sexy or hot for fuck's sake." He said and got out of bed.

I let out a deep sigh of relief. It's like the huge lump on my throat just magically disappeared. Oh my saving grace! I haven't met my doom yet.

I can't seem ti hide my happiness as my lips arched into a smile. A smile full of everlasting relief. And it feels so good.

"Wait. You mean you undressed me? You— YOU SAW MY BODY?!" I exclaimed, throwing a pillow at his direction in which he caught in a swift motion.

"I wouldn't risk my sheets smelling like trash. Like what I said, I didn't have much choice." He answered nonchalantly and threw the pillow right back at me which landed flat on my face. I took it and threw it at one side.

"You could've asked Aliza or Aunt Tessie, you pervert!"

"Aunt Tessie was asleep and Aliza's in the same shape as you are, except that she didn't lock the doors to her room and knows exactly where the key was."