Shaforostop It (2015)

Chapter 28 - Don't Touch

I woke up in a pool of my own sweat. A nightmare. The fire. "Leda." Denis' voice echoed through the room. "Guys, she's awake." I opened my eyes to see Denis and Ben standing over me.

"What?" I groaned. I tried to sit up but I couldn't hardly move. My entire body felt numb.

"Don't," Denis sat on the couch beside me. We were in our house. "it's okay."

"What happened?" I heard Cameron's voice. She ran over and dropped to her knees beside me.

"What's going on?" Ben glanced down at Denis and Denis shook his head ever so slightly.

"You don't remember?"

"No?" He paused.

"You fell, at the bar. Hit your head." Oh. Did I? When did we go to the bar? What the fuck?

"Wh- we never even went to a bar." Another exchanged glance.

"Y- yes we did, Leda. Last night. With everyone else. The whole gang. You don't remember anything?" Cameron asked. I managed to sit up on my elbows. Denis sighed in relief.

"What's going on?" I looked at him.

"Nothing. We just wanted to make sure you're alright. You hit your head pretty hard." Ben nodded.

"No. I want Denis to tell me." I said flatly. Something wasn't right, and I could always tell when Denis was lying. He tilted his head slightly.

"Thats what happened, baby. It's okay. Do you want anything? Food, water?"

"Ah- no." I shook my head to clear it. "I'm fine."

"You probably don't remember because of the alcohol." Cameron nodded.

"Ya." Denis agreed quickly. I sat up all the way. My body felt a bit numb, but other than that, nothing was wrong. Denis had bags under his eyes, something unusual for someone who usually sleeps for twenty hours a day. Everyone was quiet, watching my next move as if I might randomly faint on the spot. I slid around Denis and walked upstairs to the bathroom. I gripped the sink for stability and looked in the mirror. Hickeys, trailing down my neck in a pattern like footprints in fresh snow. Whoever did that, got me good. So I hit my head and passed tf out, and Denis fucked me. Good to know. I lifted up the shirt I was wearing, one of Denis', and continuing own my neck and chest, past my stomach and down to my hip. When the hell do I not remember anything? I decided to take a shower. I pulled off the shirt all the way, along with my tights, and dropped them to the tile floor. I turned on the hot water and got in, soothed my the heat. I washed my hair and body lazily and rinsed off before getting out and drying off. I wrapped my towel around myself and walked into the bedroom to dress. The bed was made as if no one had slept in it for a while. Why hasn't Denis been sleeping? I pulled on a sports bra, another one of Denis' tops, a pair of underwear, and sweatpants, before walking back downstairs. "I don't know what to tell her."

"Well you can't tell her what happened. We need to figure out what actually happened. What do you think she'd say?"

"We can't keep this from her!" Denis shouted. I could hear him and Ben talking in the kitchen. I walked in and stood tall. They both looked at me wide eyed. "How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough to know you're keeping something from me. What the fuck, Denis." He walked over and pulled me into a hug, not saying anything. I didn't hug him back. I just looked at Ben. He shrugged and I backed away from Denis.

"Leda we weren't talking about you." Ben laughed nervously. "Wow, self obsessed." I looked at Denis. He shook his head slightly.

"It's okay. If we needed to tell you something we would. Why don't you okay for a nap, I bet your so tired." The only thing that stopped me from screaming was his adorable accent. I went to bed angry and by the time I woke up it was the next morning