Collision Of Keith & Dawn (COMPLETED)

Chapter 10

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My head was pounding, compared to my previous hangovers it wasn't too bad. I reached my hand out, trying to locate Mocha. Ever since I bought her to my house she's been cuddling up to me in the morning, my eyes shot open when my hand touched something which was far from furry and catlike.

My hand was casually resting on a naked chest, not just a naked chest, Keith's fucking naked chest. He was still sound asleep by the looks of things, his chest was rising and falling steadily. I looked around the room which definitely wasn't my own. Memories from last night came flooding back to me. The party. Making out with Taylor. Breaking Taylor's heart. Keith taking me to his house.

Then nothing.

Oh man I'm done with alcohol. I shall never taste a drop of liquor again, Nada. I drew my hand back and attempted to get up without waking Keith up. He looked so cute and innocent, I wonder what goes on in that head of his when he's passed out asleep?

I lifted up the covers and removed my leg which was hiked up on his stomach, dangerously close to his crotch. Well done Dawn, you always know how to get yourself into a situation. Okay now all I had to do was move his arm which was locked around my waist. I grabbed his hand and lifted it up, he stirred and I froze. Please don't wake up, Please don't wake up. I could just sneak out and avoid the awkwardness. Once he stilled again, I quickly lifted his arm and twisted myself out of his grasp, dropping his hand onto the space I occupied.

Phew that wasn't too hard, I tip toed around the room and picked up my clothes. I made my way towards the door and when I looked back to make sure Keith was still asleep I walked straight into the edge of his dresser.

"Holy shit!" I cried out in pain clutching my hip, tears rising to my eyes. Keith shot up in bed and looked around frantically. When his eyes landed on me he relaxed, "Really Phillips, you try sneaking out?" he asked rubbing his eyes, "yes asshole, I wanted to avoid the awkwardness" I hissed still holding my hip, I looked up at him and when he saw the tears in my eyes he stood up and waltzed over to me. "What's wrong?" he asked his eyes laced with concern.

"I walked into that fucking piece of shit, I'm gonna fucking burn it" I sent a glare at the wooden dresser beside me. Evil bitch. "Let me see" he said, I lifted up my shirt, well his shirt. Totally not caring that my underwear and ass was in his view. I looked down at my hip and holy shit did it look swollen, Keith reached up and gently stroked his finger along it making me wince in pain.

"Come on, let's get you some Ice for that" he suggested and I nodded. He led the way downstairs and I realized how the whole house was silent. "Where are your parents?" I asked. His back tensed up and I bit my lip nervously "Mom died a while ago and dad left" that was all he said, so the other day when he told me he had to help his mother out he lied? I didn't call him out on the lie, I'm going to wait for a bit.

I felt bad for asking him about his parents in the first place, but I didn't think there would be such a sad story behind it. "I'm sorry" I apologized, Keith cranked his neck back and smiled, "it's okay, I'm Okay now".

Now? So he wasn't okay before, well of course he wasn't okay Dawn, you stupid shit.

We entered the kitchen and Keith walked over to the fridge, pulling out a frozen bag of peas and wrapping it in a cloth. He signaled for me to sit on the stool and I did so, he ever so gently lifted up the shirt and pressed the wrapped bag against the swollen area. I gritted my teeth in agony and reached out to squeeze his arm, Once the pain subsided slightly, I released the grip I had on his arm and took hold of the wrapped bag.