Chapter Ten - I Missed That

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DENIS

When I woke Leda was still in my arms. I was still worried every time I woke up, that she would be gonel. And no matter of me begging on my knees would keep here. It terrified me. I was stood out of bed and stretched all over, cracking and popping my joints safisfyingly. I decided not to wake up Leda, she was probably still tired. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, and poured myself a bowl of cereal before picking up her phone from the counter and sitting down at the dinning table curiously. Missed calls from Ben. Why would Ben be calling her? I grabbed my phone from across the table and called him while spooning a mountain of cheerios into my mouth. "Hello?" Ben groaned.

"Hey." I smiled.

"Oh hey Denis. It's like, noon. Why are you up so early?" I laughed

"Right, forgot you slepp until six pm every day. Anyways, did you talk to Leda last night?"

"Don't remember. I was drunk. Why?"

"I went out of buy some food and came home to see she threw up in the sink and passed out on the floor, so you know. Slightly worried. And it says you called her ten times on her phone. I was just wondering if you knew anything."

"Woah, maybe she was drunk too." Ben laughed. "She's crazy, mate."

"She's not crazy. And she's not drinking right now. So you don't remember anything talking to her? You didn't come over last night?"

"Mate, why the fuck would I go to your house randomly in the middle of the night?"

"Don't know, Ben." I sighed.

"Look- did you say I called her ten times?"

"Yeah."

"How do you know?"

"I have her phone password." I shrugged. "She has mine too."

"Weirdos. Anyways if I did call her last night, I don't remember. Sorry mate." Ben said and I sighed. "Wait- James might rememeber something. Here." After twenty minutes of playing investigator and calling people, I found out what happened. Girl Cameron got Ben's number from some guy named Kyle, and then she called Ben, but James answered instead. He told her that Leda was staying at my house and gave her the address because she wanted to make up. She was drunk too. When she got there, they fought, and Cameron left. That explains the crying. But why was she that upset? I had no other option other than to call Cameron. I got her phone number from Leda's phone and called her on mine, knowing she likely wouldn't answer if she thought it was Leda. She answered on the third ring.

"Cameron? It's Denis."

"Right." She paused. "How did you get my number?"

"What did you say to Leda to make her so upset/'

"Mh, skipping the foreplay are we? Straight to it then? Okay, well, I told her the truth. Heads up, she doesn't really like that."

"Don't tell me about my own girlfriend."

"Don't talk to me like you know more about her than I do." I sighed.

"Look, I just wanted to figure out what happened."

"Why don't you ask her?" Cameron mused.

"She's asleep."

"Mmh. Going behind her back. She's doesn't like that either, kid. Oh right. Have fun cleaning last night?"

"What?"

"Well, she tends to throw up when she has a panic attack. And by far what I said to her last night was panic attach inducing. So as I imagine, you came home from wherever you fucked off too, and cleaned her up, put her to bed, cleaned up her mess, and fell asleep right beside her.

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