My Bad Boy

Chapter 17

Dedicated to: @miniam14 who has believed in me since the beginning. :)

A bright light was the first thing I saw when I woke up.

"Gummy Floppers." I mumbled my own version of an incoherent word.

Callie and Dahlia giggled beside me, and it immediately lightened my mood.

The memories flooded in like and unwanted swarm of bees.

I coughed, and immediately started sobbing.

Dahlia rubbed my back and Callie walked away a little. Yeah, she wasn't so good in these situations.

I threw my pillow against a wall and screamed as loud as I could into my comforter.

"I thought I liked him!" I sobbed and the girls snuggled next to me on the bed.

"What's wrong Princess?"

Him.

Callie started to get up, but I stopped her.

"Go to any parties last night Chris?" I yelled at him, holding back tears.

"Yeah, I got pretty hammered though. I don't really remember a lot of it." He answered, and I was straining a sob.

I lightly elbowed Dahlia in the rib, and she walked over to shut the windows and the shades.

"My god. He doesn't even remember. He never will." I mumbled, as tears continued to leak from my eyes. Dahlia continued to rub my back.

I heard knocking on my window, a few incoherent words, and finally my window opened and Chris stepped in.

I groaned, and Dahlia tensed up. I realized why when I saw Chris crumpled on the floor and Callie standing over him triumphantly.

"Callie! Urgh- come on, we can go make breakfast for Maddison." Dahlia said.

"If you think I am leaving her up here with this little motherfuc-" Callie was cut off by Dahlia's elbow going in her ribs.

After much hesitation, and a few glares towards Chris, Dahlia and Callie went downstairs.

"Well that was weird." Chris mumbled. "Hey why did you ask me about the party?"

I let out a sob, but no tears came from my eyes. Yet.

His eyes immediately filled with concern and he sat down on my bed.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Tears were now coming from my eyes and he was close to me on my bed. He then touched my arms, which made my body go rigid.

"What's wrong Maddison?" He asked, again. I was sobbing, I couldn't stop if I wanted to.

"You don't remember." I croaked out. "And you probabaly never will."

He still looked confused, so I decided to help the poor fella out.

"Last night Chris. You were drunk. Extremely drunk that is. You were mad and you didn't recognize me. You- you almost-" I was sobbing so hard that it was hard to speak, even hard to breath. But maybe that was because Chris was so close to me.

I looked at him, and his eyes looked like they had just realized the world was going to end. Before I could ask him what he was thinking, he pulled me into a tight hug. His shoulders were shaking and I could feel my shirt getting wet.

I hugged him back, and I'm pretty sure his shirt was getting soaked too.

"I'm so fucking sorry Maddison." He muttered into my shoulder.