Cheater (Complete)

Chapter Fifty-Four: Permission

Dean's POV

Memory Continued

My girl was completely trashed.

I couldn't go to sleep until I knew she was safe after our fight. I just... I really didn't expect this.

She wasn't like me. She didn't start vices at a young age because of her mother. I did, mostly because it was around, but she was absolutely repelled by them. So, for her to be this fucking drunk... I felt even worse than I did before. She obviously was not okay. More not okay than I had originally thought.

I looked into her glassy eyes and couldn't help but think, 'Are relationships really supposed to be this hard when you're in love?'

I made Rosie drink. Surely love wasn't supposed to drive a person to their unthinkable.

Either way, I couldn't stay away from her if I tried. I guess I was masochistic that way.

"Let's get you into bed" I sighed. Since she was conscious, though silent, I made her drink water. She was going to hate herself enough in the morning. No need to add a hangover to that.

When she finished her glass of water, she closed her eyes. I assumed that she was asleep so I went to strip and brush my teeth. After all, I had paced the night away while Rosie was out. I couldn't have stayed still if you had paid me.

So when I crawled into bed and saw her eyes pointed at me, very much awake, I jumped a little.

They weren't really all that focused. They were far away and sure enough, that only made me feel even more like a piece of shit.

What had I done to her?

*****

I woke up to the sound of the shower running.

Groaning, I turned over, trying to see the clock through bleary eyes.

It was seven thirty.

Don't tell me she's going to try to go to work. She's not in any state to go!

The rush of steam and floral scent alerted me to her appearance. She was rubbing her hair with a towel frantically with one hand, trying to adjust her panties at the same time with the other hand.

She was muttering to herself, no doubt cursing because she would be late.

"Rosie..." I tried to catch her attention but she only shot me one bleary eyed look and continued to yank on her panties.

"After work, okay Dean?" she sighed, finally getting them on right and dropping the towel to slip on her uniform.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes.

"Fine. I'll see you later than" I said weakly. She grunted in agreement and with one more quick look at me, she was gone.

I decided to sleep in a bit. I was tired as hell from worrying all damn night and trying to care for her.

But then her phone rang.

"Huh. She must've left it" I muttered to myself. She was in such a hurry after all.

Out of curiosity, I decided to open the message. Why not? What would she have to hide?

Expecting a text from Nicky yelling at her because she was late, I was completely gutted when I saw the actual message.

Hope you don't mind, gorgeous, but I took your number off your phone. I couldn't let you try to get out of that date you owe me ;)

- Sam