Miami

My Morning

I woke up by the touch of Masons large soft hands rubbing my arm as I lay still. Was I dreaming about what I saw last night? Was it all just a stupid dream? Thoughts run through my head about last night. His hands then suddenly feel brittle on my skin as the memory of my 'dream' comes back to my head. I quietly turn to my bed side table to grab my iPhone. I have a text message. From Mason.

Text from: Mason x
Hey baby. Bbit drunk so I walked back 2the hotel. all good,, got backk safe. Love yous. See you when you come backkl

Lier. Lier I thought as I read the text. I got home before him. I remember it all now... Even if I was a little drunk... I was worrying all night about him. I remember crying my eyes out over the sink. Oh my God, it wasn't a dream. That's why I saw him on his phone when that girl left last night. No, this can't be right. He would not do this to me. Would he? I love him too much to hate him for this. What do I do? What the hell do I do?

I pretended to sleep for 20 minutes so that I could decide what to do and to let him fall back asleep for a while longer.

9:20am
I opened my eyes without turning my head to see if he was still asleep. I could hear him heavy breathing into my ear as he's lightly spooning me from behind. I felt wrong to be with him like this, the thought of his lips touching another girls was a nightmare. Now that the nightmare is true, I feel even worse. I get up from bed as I quietly but carefully pull the sheets off of my body. I take my phone with me as I make my way to the bathroom to freshen up. I text the girl I trust my love life with.

Text to: Coral :p
Hey. You awake? No hangover I hope ;-) Can you come to get breakfast with me? Without Darren please. Be quiet when you get up. X

Text from: Coral :p
Yeah, been up a while as I couldn't get back to sleep!! :') Nah I'm fine haha!! Yeah for sure, I'll be quiet. Meet you in the restaurant of the hotel xx

I get changed into my white Ramones t-shirt with my black 'Primarny' shorts. I couldn't wear anything of Masons, I would've felt too uncomfortable.

As I place my phone back on my bedside table. I decide to be rude and take a nose through Masons phone. I felt wrong doing this, but I needed to know every detail about this girl and if he's done anything more with her. I check through his messages. There were no names that I didn't recognise. I look through his recent calls... I see 3 calls from an unknown number that has no name. This is also an Amercian number. This means that this must be her. As I scan through the calls for more dates of when they called, his phone buzzes. Luckily it was on silent so his sleepy head couldn't have heard it. The message is from that number. I read it in the notifications bar so it doesn't say that he's read it (that's if she has an iPhone.)

From: (555) 555-1234
Last night was great. You're really good ;-) Perhaps I can see you again a few more times before you leave to go back home? Are you going to tell your girl about us? I don't mind ;-) Love Sandy. X

Oh God. He has slept with her. My heart feels as if it was going to fall out of my mouth as I lock the phone in shock. I place it back on his bedside table and cry quietly to myself with my hands on my face. I step away from the bed. Iv'e never felt so betrayed and heartbroken. I realise it's time to get out of here incase he sees me.

I grab my white flip flops from the wardrobe and think to myself... What should I tell Coral? Should I tell her the whole story about last night? And what Iv'e just witnessed of course. Wait. Did she take me back to my room last night? Someone did. I remember, just can't remember who. She would've asked if I was okay in the text if she was the one who took me back. So it can't of been her. Oh wait. The stranger. The guy I asked about Mason in the club. I remember him comforting me as I pored my eyes out over his shoulder. Holy hell, this is all a true nightmare. I was most definitely not dreaming! It was a brief comforting if I remember rightly. He walked me back to my hotel to make sure I got there safe. He had his arm around my shoulder to make me realise I wasn't alone. I gave him the key card to my room with a shaky hand as I pulled it out from my bra as we approached it. As we walked in, I remember crying the ocean out from my eyes over the sink. I rubbed my eyes so sore as the mascara and eyeliner smudged and dripped down my face. The next thing I remember was his half cast hand on my back. Rubbing it continuously as I began to stop crying. We sat down on the bed. I recall him saying "That was such a dick move. He seems like a right twat to treat you like that. Pathetic." I said nothing but just stared at the wooden hotel floor with my arms slumped between my legs. I began to replay the scene of what just happened in the club. I start to cry again. I couldn't help but cry on this strangers shoulder. It made me feel safe and it comforted me. That's all I could crave at that moment. He seemed nice to me. We'd only just met about 15 minutes ago. I suppose in this situation it's different, therefore he kinda had to take me back and make sure I was okay as he too witnessed the horrific situation.