I awoke to the smell of coffee. His house was lit up by the sunlight, and the curtains sparkled dimly. I looked down and realized I was wearing a baggy shirt which just hung above my knees.
Only it wasn't my shirt.
I got up and walked to the kitchen where he sat drinking coffee and reading a novel. "You're up." He mumbled.
"Yeah. Did you change me yesterday? These aren't my clothes." I said crossing my arms and he sighed lightly.
"Um." He started awkwardly and my eyes widened. "Well?" I asked impatiently as he shot me a dirty look.
"I gave you the shirt so you could change but you were too drunk to do something as simple as dress yourself and you tripped and cut your leg. So yeah, I came in and clothed you." He said putting his book down and starring at me with disappointed eyes.
"How could I have tripped and fell- I started with slight sass in my voice.
"I don't know. I wasn't the drunk one remember?" He said rudely and I clenched my jaw shut.
"Why did you clothe me?" I asked rudely fed up with him.
"Because you were wearing like 6 inch heels with ripped jeans and a leather jacket. Unless you always sleep like that?" He questioned with a raised brow.
My cheeks tinted a bright pink. "Whatever." I mumbled before looking down at my leg and there was indeed a quite large bandage on my thigh. "You didn't.. see anything did you?" I mumbled softly and he smiled sadly towards me.
"I didn't see anything. Except for your cat underwear that is, but nothing else." He said with a small smile and I felt my face flush. My mouth was hanging open, and he chuckled.
"You had a tank top on, so I put the shirt overtop it. You had your jeans on too but you demanded I take them off. I'm not some creep, I just wanted you to be comfortable." He said awkwardly scratching the back of his head.
"Oh." I said quietly and his brow raised. "I mean I know! I know you're not a creep.. But thanks, for everything." I mumbled.
"Are you hungry? Sit down, I can make you breakfast." He said so I sat down quietly.
He began to make me breakfast, and all I could think of was how silly I was yesterday. What was I thinking?
I showed up at his house. As if that's not bad enough, he had to clothe me and I drunk yelled at him.
Fifteen minutes later, I was eating bacon and eggs. I didn't get very far though, by my third bite I ran to the garbage and threw up everywhere.
He tied my hair up and rubbed my back. He was so nice, too nice. Any other person would kick me out, or leave the room due to the vile stench but he stayed by my side.
I started to cry after and he smiled at me sadly. "Why are you crying?" He asked and I shrugged.
"I just vomited in your house. In front of you. I'm not exactly feeling like a princess right now." I said and he laughed lightly.
"Don't worry about it, I'll clean it. You should probably go take a shower." He laughed lightly. My eyebrows rose, shower? "Unless you like wearing vomit covered clothing?" He said as of reading my thoughts and I just looked down and groaned at the horrid sight.
I had vomit on me.
He led me to the bathroom, and handed me a towel. He handed me my clothes which he nicely washed yesterday night.
I took a hot shower, and mentally scolded myself for being such an idiot.
He's never going to like you now, I thought to myself. Surely not after yesterday's drunken episode and today's hungover sequel. God I'm an idiot.
Twenty minutes later and I was downstairs getting my bandage checked. "Does it hurt?" He asked and I shook my head. "Well I patched you up pretty good, so you should be okay." He said patting my leg and I swear I felt electricity run up my thigh.
"Thanks.. So I should probably go home now." I said quietly before grabbing my nearly empty bag and walking towards the door.
"Yeah- uh okay. Bye." He mumbled looking at me. His gaze was intense I felt the butterflies in my stomach.
"Bye." I said walking out.
I quickly turned around and sighed. "Wait. I uh- just wanted to apologize about what I said yesterday.. You don't make me miserable. The situation makes me miserable, but not you." I said. Never you.
You smiled sadly, and I just awkwardly turned around and walked to the nearest bus stop.
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Forgetting Mr.
General Fiction"I'm his Salvation" I thought to myself smiling. I know now that I was nothing but his Damnation in disguise. A story and painful outcome of an illicit relationship between a student and teacher and attempts of trying to forget the past and achieve...
