The Jerk That Stole My HEART

Chapter 6

Sorry I took so long guys... four months to be exact. 

I'm really and truly sorry. I had so much to do and still more to do. I had a lot of changes last year to deal with and it kind of affected me a bit but I'm alright now.

So here's the sixth chapter read, vote and tell me what you think

***kurlz***

   I woke up with a booming headache. It felt like my heart was beating incessantly in my head. My eyelids felt heavy and personally I wanted to succumb to its compulsion. I needed sleep... no I wanted sleep. I also felt a strange urge to puke.

     Instinctively my hand found its way to my mouth, making my way to the toilet, letting it all out. My mouth tasted funny, my breath stunk and mouth throat burned the headache was like a blow to the temple.

     I heard shuffling in the back but I was too weak to follow it.

     I forgot how much I hated hangovers.

    I pushed myself off of the cold, tiled floor and brushed my teeth, only to revisit my temporary best friend. I would hate for anyone to see me like this, I probably looked like crap. Not very attractive, huh? I grasped on to the toilet tightly as my insides erupted, spilling out everything.

    I felt someone tenderly stroke my back. The first person came to mind was Aunt Joyce but then again she would probably lecture me and ground me until forever. The other person was Amy but we all know where she is. Forget it give up.

One thing I know for sure is that it isn't a killer, else the person would've killed me long time ago and by the smell of the perfume it's a woman.

    The anonymous person turned me around and leaned me against my bathtub. I opened my eyes, surprised to see my caretaker. The room looked blurry through my weaken vision which made me squint and blink a lot. I felt dizzy and immensely hungry. My stomach growled in agreement to my thoughts which made my caretaker giggle.

    She separated herself from my side and came back with a towel, a glass of water and two tablets. Seems to me like someone knows the drill all too good. I threw them into my mouth and chugged down glass of water.

     She carefully caressed my face with the towel as if not to harm me. I was dumbstruck by the amount of kindness she was displaying to me. But why though?

     "What are you doing here?" I queried. My voice coming out deep and husky due to my dry throat. She looked at me and frowned. Really is she that dumb that she doesn't understand proper English? "Are you going to answer the question Smith?"

      She face hardened. "Go to hell!" she answered, angrily getting up from her recent position. She snatched her purse and cellphone and left slamming the door shut behind her. Five seconds later she reappears. "I forgot my shoes." Frantically she searched my room until she found it. She huffed and repeated her previous exit.

    Stupid over emotional sex. Why do they have to get all... ugh about things? I just asked a simple question. I don't understand their kind, was I offensive in some way? My headache subsided and I took all my strength to get me off the floor and into the bath.

     My gosh that shower felt good. Almost as good as sex. Nah I'm giving it to much credit. I got dressed and flew downstairs for breakfast.

      "Morning Aunt Joyce." I greeted with a smile, making my way to the fridge. I took out a carton of milk and positioned myself around the island.

     ''Do you not see someone else in the room?" My Aunt said, her face fixed in vexation. My eyes probed the room and there was Jessica standing by the sink. WOW! How come I didn't notice her in that dress? Was I temporarily blind and didn't see how damn fine she is? She looks hot! Dark blue really makes her stand out. And check those puppies; it's barely visible yet still very inviting. Her hair was in a messy bun and her make-up smudged but that body of hers...