I shot up. My clothes stuck to me from all the sweat and I felt clammy. The bed spot where I lay was damp and my forehead dripped with sweat and I could taste the salt.
I opened my mouth and closed it, cotton mouth. I got up slowly and got a glass of water off the desk.
"You okay?" I looked over and Brooklyn was laying down, rubbing his eyes. He looked concerned.
"Ya ya, just a bad dream." I drank the last bit of water then went out on the balcony for fresh air. I breathed it in, then slowly let it go.
"You don't look okay," I looked at him, he was pale now. He was shaking. What had gotten into him?
"Ya I'm fine. You don't look so good though," I walk over and he frowns, then pushes his lips together. I sighed then leaned over the railing. Looking at the pool then the view.
Brooklyn didn't respond, but simply came to my side and looked out with me. The sun was rising just a little and I moved away from the railing and went to the desk.
•••
Something in my stomach knotted when I found a used condom, lingerie, and a piece of paper with a phone number on it under the bed. I was just organizing things in Brooklyn's room because I was tired of its unplaced things.
My heart was pounding. Every muscle in bone in my body tensed up and I stood up, slammed the door behind me and walked into the kitchen with the two items. I left the condom behind.
"What the HELL is this?!?!" I screamed as I slammed the items down on the counter. Everyone flinched, some looked like they were about to laugh.
"This sure as hell is not GODDAMNED FUNNY!" I snapped at them all and looked for the face, the guilty one. There he was, face race, eyes sad, and his skin pale white.
"Listen I-" I bit his words in half and through the lingerie at him. Then I held up the piece of paper and started the dial the number.
"Don't!" Brooklyn rushed over and tried snatching it away but I punched him in he cheek and he looked offended and hurt, "I can talk to her let me!" He tried again but I moved towards the group of men. They blocked him from touching me.
Everything hurt. My heart hurt, my head hurt, my bones and my muscles. I frowned and tears threatened to fall but I bit my lip and wiped them away.
The phone was ringing and then a girly voice answered.
"Heyyy Brooklyn," I could hear her pop gum.
"This isn't Brooklyn. But I'd like to speak with you."
I heard her stop and spit the gum out, "then who is this?"
"This is Hayden, Brooklyn's supposedly aquatinted with me. Not anymore. So tell me, what did you guys do?"
"Oh we did lots of fun things. Whips and name calling and scratching," I could practically see her counting them down on her fingers.
"Fvcking shut up," I rubbed my temples and hung up. My eyes went to Brooklyn who had wet cheeks and a red face.
"You. How dare you..?" But as soon as I said the words, I realized, he never asked me out. We barely knew each other, I wasn't his and he wasn't mine. My heart sank. But something was just pulling me towards him, as if he were mine. I shook my head and apologized for who knows what, then walked out.
Everyone seemed baffled. I walked out the front door and to the garage, where they kept my car, and hopped in. I haven't been in my baby in forever, so when the roar of its engine came to life, I shuttered and then backed out. I was done being here for a while. I need peace or something, some time to think by myself.
On the radio, Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande came on and I smiled and sang along. I didn't give a single fvck about anyone right now.
"Shit," my phone buzzed and it was from Brooklyn, feeling a little bad, I answered it.
"What?"
"Please, come back. It was a mistake...you don't realize how guilty I feel, I feel ashamed of myself. I'm so sorry Hayden.."
I bit my lip and mulled this over before responding, "Just give me time to myself right now. I'll be back before 12." I heard him curse, then say thank you and I love you, then hung up.
I drove until the sun didnt shine. I drove until the stars began to twinkle and street signs lit up everywhere. I drove until it was 11:59.
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The Mafia
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