The Secrets Of Journey Reynolds

Chapter 8: Never Again

I woke up, my head pounding. The light from the window burned my eyes. I was in an over-sized sweater and nothing else. I stretched my arms and thought nothing of it, until my hand hit something next to me in bed.

My eyes widened and fear struck my entire body. I slowly looked over to what my hand hit and saw a guy's naked back and a head of black, shaved hair. I couldn't see his face.

"Shit," I mumbled and scurried out of the bed. I looked around and realized it wasn't my room, "shit, shit, shit."

Where was I? I swear I went to sleep at my house.

I looked around and tried to find my clothes as my head pounded in the light from the window. My clothes couldn't be found and the sweater smelled of cologne and alcohol. I didn't know what to do. I still didn't know who's room I was in, the guy's face was in a pillow. I looked for my phone, it was no where to be found.

"Damn it..." I sighed angrily, remembering I didn't bring it last night. I stood still for a moment and tried to think of what to do. I ran my fingers through my hair, I didn't know where I was or how I got here.

I looked out the glowing window, too high to climb out. The only choice was to get out through a door or window downstairs.

I needed clothes before I could be seen in public, but where were my clothes?

The guy rolled over in bed, his arm covered his face. I couldn't help staring at his bare chest. He was thin and pale, everything I love. He wore a necklace with a guitar pick on it.

"Stared enough yet?" A deep and raspy voice came from man, it was Terrance. He lifted his arm slightly, enough to see his glowing eyes. A smirk played on his lips. I blushed, embarrassed.

I cleared my throat, "where are my clothes?"

He sighed and covered his face again, "not even a good morning," he showed his eyes, "how rude," covered again. The smirk turned to a smile, a stunning smile.

I sighed, "good morning, where are my clothes?"

He laughed a bit, "no clue, but you look pretty sexy in my hoodie."

I blushed again, "Terrance I need to get home, therefore I need my clothes."

He sighed, "I told you, I have no clue. Got any idea what happened last night?"

I shook my head as if he could see me, "no, I was hoping you did."

"Oh, I was just wondering if you did, but since you don't," he showed his face, "I can have some fun with this."

I sighed, "oh, great," as if I needed more shit to worry about, "where are my clothes? I can worry about what happened later, but I need to get home now, Terrance," I put more pressure into my voice hoping that would make him start to help. It did not.

"Why don't you just stay here a bit and have breakfast with me?" He was sitting up in the bed now. His hair was a mess, a sexy mess. His bright hazel eyes glowed against his pale skin. He looked like the cover of a romance novel.

I just couldn't say no, I sighed, "okay, fine." He smiled triumphantly, I rolled my eyes and smiled back.

Terrance gave me a pair of sweatpants to wear so I wouldn't be half naked while eating. Then he walked out of the room, I followed timidly.

As we made our way down the stairs I heard laughter, stories being told, and dishes clashing. I've never heard this before, the sound of a happy family. Part of me thought I was imagining the whole thing. I pinched my arm to check. Real life.

Terrance reached the bottom of the stairs first and sighed, "good morning..." He drifted off as he pointed back to me, "this is Journey, Journey this is my sister, mother, father and baby brother."