This Side Of Paradise

'-_six_-'

     Something is pushing against my face. I push my arms up and touch whatever is pushing on me. It's soft... Soft.... Hmmm. PICKLES!  

     I open try to open my eyes but it hurts really badly and the moment light enters my cornea it burns and my head begins to throb. I close my eyes and bring the covers over my head, blocking my pestering Pickles. 

     Covers? Wait... I don't remember going home. Or getting in bed. 

     I sit up straight and get a rush of pain in my head, but I ignore it and reopen my eyes prepared for the pain. Everything is hazy but I can see the bed I'm in, a tv, three different doors, and orange Pickles. I close my eyes again and rub the palms of my hands into my eye sockets, trying to force the dizzy haze away. 
    

     I open my eyes without sitting up and stare at the ceiling. I look to my left and see a lamp, a couch.... and someone on the couch. 

Someone is on the couch! Who?!!? Where the f*ck am I?! 

     I roll over on my side and pull on the left side on the bed that's near the wall and roll, plop on the floor and lay there. Pickles is staring up at me, I reach up to grab him but he turns around and walks away. 

Stupid cat.

   Crawl hands and knees towards a door closest to me, it cracks and smells pungent the closer I get to it. Peeking inside I see a cookie pan filled with cat litter and cat poop. Which explains the smell. I scrunch up my nose and continue to crawl to the other door which is around a small corner. I can see it reflecting off a large mirror on the wall, which under that there is a sink and trash can. Next to the trash can I see a water and food bowl. 

Who would give Pickles a cat box? Okay, I would if I didnt want a cat pooping everywhere. But to give him food too? I shook my head in confusion and enter the other door, which is a small bathroom. I realize I have to pee. 

    I push the thought away and turn around and see the door farthest from me where I have to sneak past the person on the couch. 

Dammit. 

   I stand up and walk swiftly towards the door, where Pickles follows be jumping on furniture... a person is on the furniture. Right when Pickles looks like he's about to plop onto of what looks like a head hidden under the sheets I snatch him up. Unluckily though, the momentum causes me to fall forward. Onto. The. Person. 

    I land on someone and heat radiates from the blanket. I try to jump up but an arm snaked around my waist holding me firmly. 

"No." A deep voice vibrates from under the covers. 

     I open my eyes wide and reach for the blanket covering my captor's face. I pull away the beige soft cover to see a beautiful man. He scrunches up his eyes and tries to pull the blanket from me. Fueled by anger and fear, I smack his face. 

"Excuse me?" He says opening up his eyes. He green and gold shine brightly and he smiles broadly. "What are you doing smacking me?" 

     Pickles wiggles from my grip and curls up at this boys feet. 

Tratoir. 

"I- um..." My eyes widen realizing I am sitting on this guys stomach and I struggle my way out of this, but he holds me tightly. 

"I know you are scared. Shhhushhh. Stop." I didn't. So loudly he yells, "Stop it, God Dammit!" 

     I freeze and he relaxes from underneath me. I sigh. 

"Wh- where am-" 

"With me. We are traveling... " He cuts me off before I can finish. 

  I pause... Home? Where's home? I don't remember this guy as my family. F*ck my head hurts so badly right now. 

"Who are you?" I mutter and my lip begins to tremble. My whole body starts to erupt in shakes. I'm so scared that I don't know anything. Everything is foreign. 

"Aidan.... You Dont-" He pauses and realizations spreads across his face. "You drank a lot last night and hit your head coming in here. We are on a trip to California, we're in Arizona at the moment. Last night was our honeymoon..." He smiles, wickedly almost. "Hey babe."

"Then why don't I remember anything." Honeymoon... married... SEX? ! I had sex with this... man.. Aidan. He said his name is... Aidan. How familiar but not at the same time. He's sexy. I guess I married a... God?

He looks down. "It could be that head bump, or your meds. This happens ever so often with you." 

  Often? This bullsh*t happens often with me?  I reach up and feel the back of my head and flinch, it's large, achey, and sore. 

"Did we-um" I stutter. "Have... sex?" I look down away from his eyes. 

"No, you were pretty trashed." Pickles walks up next to me and sits almost on my lap. 

"Mr. Pickles" I murmur and pet him so gently. 

Why do I remember my cat more than I do my husband... husband.. How old am I?! 

"23." A firm voice speaks. 

Did I just say that aloud? I look at Aidan, into his eyes and there is something there. Something that's unnerving. Uncomfortable and scary. 

 I make a noise in my throat and move to get off of Aidan. Or at least try, his arms is still holding on to me and I realize I'm wearing a bra and underwear and god knows what he's wearing under this blanket. I straddle him and my heart starts to beat really quickly. He's smirking at me, but I clear my throat. 

"Could you..um, let go? I'm going to take a.... shower." 

"Of course." His eyes widen and he lets me go. Though I can tell it was a reluctant release. 

    Walking to the bathroom there a brand new bottle of shampoo and conditioner, soap and everything else I would need. I walk back out looking for clothes and see a bag, my bag. I think it's my bag. I open it up and see a pair of jeans, a hoodie, and an undershirt. 

That's so little. Why would I pack so little but bring my cat? 

 I walk back into the bathroom and start the shower, I wait till it gets warm and then crawl under the streams of heat and relaxation. I sit down on the floor of the tub, letting my legs curl up close to me. I wrap my arms around my legs and hold my whole body tight, finally feeling safe. 

This doesn't make sense. 

I am in a hotel/ motel room with my cat, little clothes, and a strange man named Aidan who I can't seem to remember even though he's my... Husband. This... Doesn't....

 I am interrupted from thoughts by Pickles who is struggling to enter the tub with me. 

I do remember, that my cat likes to shower with me.  I roll my eyes as I pull my fat cat into the steamy shower. 

I am sorry for such a short chapter!!! I also am sorry for slow updates, I am working on my wattpad while balancing my grades with this new school. I love comments, even if they hold corrections! Molest the vote button for me? Thanks so much for the reads! 

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