This Isn't A (Regular)Love Story

Chapter 22- The Aftermath

I wasn't even halfway there when I fell.I know I had to many. I can barely walk. Everything is spinning and everything is tinted purple.

Lightning was the only light that helped me see. The rain was making everything blurry. Or is that the alcohol? Who cares, I can't see.

"Ow! My ankle." I fell in a hole. I laid there. Crying.

Everything is screwed. My aunt told me to be good. Look at me now. I'm in hole, with a hurt ankle and drunk as hell.

"Rose? Oh my god!" A hand grabbed my arms and lifted me up.

Once they realized I couldn't stand, they picked me up.

"Derek?" I asked looking at the tall man.

"No. Jackson." Jackson looked at me with sympathy. Or it could be disgust. I can't tell.

"Aren't you supposed to be at your party?" I asked.

"Everyone is leaving. A lot threw up and a few others started gathering people telling them to get out. And Fin told everyone else that a party down town was still going" he explained as he carried me into the now house.

"It's a mess. But I'll clean it tomorrow. If I don't have a hungover." He flipped on a lamp near the stairs.

"I feel like crap." I moaned.

He chucked but didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"It's not your fault. I'm the stupid one that fell in a hole. And got drunk." I said. Every slight move hurt my ankle.

I cried out as he laid me down on the bed.

"I'm so sorry!" Jackson eyes got so big.

I winced and sniffled. "It's okay. It just hurts."

He nodded. "I hope you don't mind that you and me are going to share the same bed. There aren't any other options unless you want the couch." He started taking of his shirt.

Everything was slowing fading so I didn't say anything.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Soft lips pressed onto my forehead.

And covers got pulled up to my chest.

I really couldn't sleep. My ankle hurt, I was damp from the rain.

I shivered. "You cold?" He asked.

"Yeah. I so sorry for all of this-" he shushed me.

"Don't worry about. Here." He grabbed my waist and I tensed up. He stopped. "Are you alright?" He asked.

My drunk mind didn't care, but the memory of the guy was enough to remember.

"Yeah, it's just that a guy tonight got alittle touchy." I whispered.

"Who was it?" He did not sound happy.

"It's fine. He just..." I could tell he was fuming.

"Rose, I need to know. I want to make sure you are alright." He whispered.
His arm still around my waist.

"It's fine he was just drunk." I shivered.

He didn't say anything and pulled me closer. He was so warm. He kissed my wet hair. "Night." And we fell asleep.