Hot Mess ••[Editing]••

Chapter 1: Where am I?

••••Heather's POV••••

"Fuck me" was the first thing that came to mind. The second thing? "I need a shower."

Wait, do I smell?

I sniffed the sheets beneath me. They didn't smell bad, they smelled like men's cologne with a hint of mint.

"Mmm smells so good." I wrapped my arms around the fluffy pillow.

My barely functioning mind didn't wonder why they smelled like this.

As I attempted to raise myself from the bed, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my head. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I put my head between my hands.

"Ugh, why, why did Mark have to cheat?!" I hissed as I rubbed my head

This pain feels like torture.

"My head is killing me," I whispered to myself.

I need to get up.

I started moving towards the edge, but I didn't realize how close I was.

The bed disappeared beneath me, and my already sore body fell onto the floor with a thud.

"That made things ten times better." The floor under me felt like ice compared to my warm body.

I forced my body off the floor and tried to open my eyes.  The light magnified my headache causing me to wince in pain. I sat down on the bed, covering my eyes with my hands.

The earth was spinning, and I need to calm down. I reopened my eyes and waited for them to refocus.

I'm not home. "This day keeps getting better and better now, doesn't it?" I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, leaving them behind my head.

I was surprisingly calm. My vision started to clear and take in the details of this room; Messy room, clothes everywhere, and a big open window with an excellent view. The room had a modern touch to it. Nothing I could afford.

I stood up and walked towards the window, without warning a strong breeze came rushing into the room causing me to shiver.

Wait, am I wearing clothes? I think I'm wearing clothes. I'm supposed to be wearing clothes.

"Am I?" I slowly looked down — bad idea.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Nope, no clothes on.

I felt something moving on the bed. My eyes darted towards the moving figure.

It was a bald man with abnormally massive breasts. I had to blink a couple of times to make sure I was not dreaming. I think his tits might even touch his belly button.

Well that can't be healthy.

Okay, what? Who the fuck is this man?

A scream lodged inside my thought. My body froze in place as my eyes widened in fear.

"Hello beautiful," He smiled at me showing off his rotten, crooked teeth, at least what's left of them.

His breath sobered me up a little.

My face scrunched up in disgust. My eyes automatically looked a little closer and regretted it.

He was nude.