The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 32• Anything Can Happen

Chapter 32• Anything Can Happen

Blake's POV

4:57am. Why does such a time so early in the morning have to exist?

Cold. That's the first thing I registered when I woke up. I looked beside me with curiosity and noticed my blankets on the floor. Last night, from what I remember, was restless. I couldn't sleep although I think I managed to get an hour or two of sleep.

"Argh!" I proclaimed, clutching my temples in my hands and squeezing my eyes shut. A headache pounded at my skull forcefully.

Luckily it was still dark, but even the light from the alarm clock is making my head worse. A nauseating feeling settled in my stomach and I could predict what was coming next.

I blindly stumbled out my door and next door to the bathroom. Well, at least I thought it was. Instead, I opened the door and saw Ella and Bridget sleeping on a single bed and on the floor. Bridget was on the bed with no blankets and Ella was on the floor with all the blankets. Bridget stirred in her sleep and eventually her eyes fluttered open, widening when she saw me.

"Get out!" She whisper yelled menacingly.

I immediately closed the door behind me and threw a hand over my mouth, going to the next door which was thankfully a bathroom.

After an hour, I had cleaned myself up and took medication to hopefully soothe my stomach and head.

Coffee. That's what I need, that's what I'll have.

It feels strange, by 'it' I'm not exactly sure what I am referring to. Just this whole morning feels... Strange.

I lazily chucked my used mug in the sink and went and sat down on the couch.

Hmm.. Wasn't Ella and Bridget supposed to be sleeping on this last night? Why didn't they?

Strange.

Why would Ella sleep on the floor for when she has a perfectly good sofa? If she had slept here, then I wouldn't be sitting on it now but maybe I would've accidentally woken her and she'd have to spend some time with me.

I know that sounds creepy stalker-ish, but it's not.

Maybe I could gently move her on to the couch - without waking her, I promise - so that she could get some comfortable sleep?

I think that's what I need right now.

How cute, we could've laid down together, cuddling maybe, just like last night-

Oh holy mother of god.

Oh holy cheeseballs.

Oh holy- f-ck it, oh sh¡t!

What have I done?

No seriously, what have I done? I can't remember.

I remember making Ella cry. Ouch. Thinking of that made me feel like a dagger was ripping through my chest. How could I?