Damaged Goods

Chapter Three

Hell.

That's what I woke up to. Oh no, not the melodic birds chirping outside my window that has the view of the city and beautiful morning sky. Whilst smelling the early coffee smell that will soon be in my mug and down my throat.

Of course not. I wouldn't be so lucky, would I?

I will tell you what I did wake up to. Drilling coming from every single angle, space whatever around me. The sound of a constant drill going off. But, nobody else could hear it because it's going off inside my blooming head! It feels like someone is having a constant rave of emo music blaring in my head whilst on the other side a drill is working its way through my head into my scalp.

Don't drink without knowing the repercussions guys!!

I groggily sit up wiping away the excess sleep that's gathered in the corners of my eyes and slide out of the seemingly large bed. However, it feels off... I swear my bed is a bit smaller than this. I look around fully this time and all of a sudden dread flows into my system.

Where the fudge am I?

I quickly get up before grabbing hold onto the first thing I see steadying myself after the dizzy spell. Jesus, I was sure as hell hammered last night. I would say never again, but I have that thought on a weekly basis after all the parties and hang overs but it never changes and I still go back for more no matter if I feel like absolute shit afterwards and look like a wreck.

Once I have regained balance I open the door that leads to god knows what and step out. Relief washes over me when I realise the door wasn't locked and I can easily step out, aah I wasn't kidnapped!

I slowly creep my way down a corridor to another door and open it just as carefully. When it's fully opened I gain the courage to then look in and I scream when I see a man sitting on a stool with his back facing me.

All of a sudden the stool twirls around and I'm left in shock seeing his face. Dan! Within a few seconds a few of last nights memories come back all to soon and I slap my forehead in a Homer Simpson "dull" moment. *Stripping, Chugging over 7 drinks and passing out in Dan's arms* ew cringe, but that's what I remember.

"Y-you took me back to your-s?" I merely whisper, "well, yes I couldn't leave you passed out in the middle of a fucking crowded room with horny guys, could I? I'd be the worst human in the world if I didn't do that for a women" for some reason the last sentence stung. Like he meant that I wasn't special enough to just take away and it was just because I was a women? What am I thinking? I've only seen this guy once and I think I'm some superior, special person he has to think so wonderfully of.

Gulping this stupid emotion down I lift my bowed head and nod before carrying on with much more confidence, "well, thank you I guess. I'll be leaving now." With that I turn around and start walking towards the front door before his annoying voice interrupts me, "w-wait! You should erm... Change back into your dress..." He gets quieter whilst talking and I have to strain my ears to catch the last sentence.

Change? Why? With that I look down at what I thought would be my dress from last night, but now in it's place is pretty baggy black T-shirt with nothing on my lower half showing my bare legs, the T-Shirt reaching mid-thigh.

"You see when we got back you were passed out and that dress was so tight and I'm a man I didn't stand a chance getting it on you so I just put you in one of my T-shirts, don't worry it's washed and clean."

Oh, that's kind of sweet. But, even so I still hate that little arrogant butt-hole!

"Kind words, Pumpkin"

"I did not just say that out loud!" I slap my face groaning once again. This is defiantly becoming a thing with me now. But seriously why can't I keep my thoughts where they're meant to be, in my head! Instead of pouring them out like they're fricking soup.

Wait, he called me pumpkin? "Do. Not. Call. Me. That. Ever. Again." I growl, what a piece of shit!

He smirks and replies, "Why not, Hot-Stuff?" Winking, he slides up to me like he's in my DM's and I get an idea. Pahaa if he thinks he's the bee's knee's I'll show him the bee's frigging knee's!

I caress his chest smoothly like I've done this a million times, well in actual fact I have. You could call me a pro. He's eyes roll down to his chest and I know what he's thinking.

My fingers trail down and down and gently I pick his strong arms up placing them on my waist, his fingers begin digging into my sides. I knew I could get him. He is just to easy.

Once I know for sure he is enjoying this sensual activity I push him away seeing his mouth hang agape in shock and walk back into the room I woke up in with a sway to my hips. No kisses, nothing to sexual, but I still showed him who the real boss is here - me.

Finishing sliding my second skin on I place my feet into the heels and walk back out, grabbing the attention of Dan doing so. "Thank you for bringing me back, bye" I hurriedly say before reaching for the front doors lock. Just am I about to open it I feel a presence behind me, "no problem" he breathed down my neck before gliding his two fore fingers up and down my now goose bump filled arm.

All to soon I feel the cold air again, swooning around me, where Dan has obviously taken a few steps back. Just like that I open the door and slam it behind me. He sure is a dick I think to myself.

When I have reached my own door, which took me barely a minute, I scramble through my clutch attempting to find my keys. Before I have a chance to unlock my door though I hear a familiar PING! Go off inside my small bag and so I reach inside.

I unlock my iPhone 5s and scrawl through my texts landing on the newest one I see something that makes my heart throb. The God-damn-good-for-nothing-wretched-troll took my phone and put his own number in it! Although, I'm pretty mad he took my phone to do this I read it still:

May the odds be ever in your favour.

Then followed by the cringe-worthy piece emoji, just no. It dawns on me right then that he had gotten that reference from seeing my lock screen picture, which was of Katniss as the Mockingjay.

So, now I have a guy whose name is the only thing I know about him, stalking me.