Olivia
My savior broke into the room. He turned to me frowned then thought for second. Max stepped away from me for a second. Just enough to say, "Who the hell are you?" He asked.
"You worst nightmare." He said through clenched teeth. He gave me an empathetic look before he almost changed. His green eyes turned black, his jaw clenched. The muscles in his back stuck out. His hands balled into fists and he shook with rage.
"Your going get it now." Was all he muttered before he strode towards him and punched him square in the face.
Max then without missing a heartbeat, tried to kick him in a place where the sun doesn't shine. My hero then went and dodging his attack pushed him to the ground. I watched with horror, as he finished him off.
Was he still breathing?
Then he turned to me, if he was capable of that what was he going to do to me?
His eye's turned back to green, his muscles and face relaxed as he asseted the situation. I remembered I wasn't wearing a shirt and I was only in a bra. I wish I could cover myself. I wish I was dead. I want to kill myself.
My life will never be the same again. No one will care, I'll take pills. I realized this was my only way out.
He walked over to me awkwardly smiled. He began discussing with himself.
"What should I do, I can't leave her here. I don't know where she lives. I could take her home with me." He looked at me as if he was waiting for an answer. The stranger shook his head. Then he kept talking, except I didn't understand. His mumbles stopped and he stopped pacing around, he then started going out of focus and it was if someone snapped their fingers, it all went black.
Blake
"Oh no. No,no,no,no,no!" I shouted her eyes closed.
Take her home with you
"No, I can't do that! What happens when she wakes up!" I say back, not too loud to draw attention. I went to the door and locked it, turning back to observe the room.
The girl lied there unconscious and I came to the realization she wasn't wearing a shirt.
Oh, that's new.
I looked around the hardwood floor for a shirt, but nothing was there.
I make my way away from the bed and to the window. I peer out and smell the smell of chlorine. The pool was empty everyone was inside, it was too cold to swim.
I opened the window and very gently crept out of the window. I made my way down the black tile as I came go the gutter. I cross over to the other corner and dive off the room and ninja roll on the ground by some bushes.
I casually dust myself off and I go to my car walking past some kid throwing up on the sidewalk. Two people sucking faces, and a couple doing things in their car. I opened the backseat where I got a shirt and layed down the seats in the back. Along with cleaning them up. I shut the door to go get my princess, her chariot was waiting.
***
Where am I?
Whose shirt am I wearing?
Want happened last night?
Why does my head hurt so much?
I look around my dark surroundings, this isn't my room.
I'm lying in a black comforter with red sheets. Next to the bed is a dark night stand with a phone and other things on it. Across the room is a black wardrobe and a desk that is also black. The door is slightly cracked open and I can hear TV.
I want to scream, I hear roar of the fake laughter from a sitcom and all of a sudden the door creeks open.
"Hey, your awake?" A man shyly says. He has wild black hair which contrasts his pale skin. His under eyes have purple shadows like he hasn't slept in days.
He is wearing a tight black shirt and some athletic shorts. The shirt shows off his large muscles. A shiver goes down my spine. The room smells of axe and liquor. This only distracts me for a second before my head starts to throb worst then before.
"Who are you?" I said sounding extremely weak while looking at him closer.
"I'm Blake." He said softly before striding over to the end of the bed and sitting there.
"Okay, a few more questions, whose shirt am I wearing? Why does my head hurt so much? Where am I? How did I get here? and What happened?"
