Broken Pieces

Chapter fourteen

Caden’s brows furrowed at my question, he looked confused as he shrugged before replying my question with a question. "Are you finally conscious and aware of your surrounding?" His voice sounded deeper and husky from sleep.
      
His casual tone but weird question made my own brows furrow in confusion. I resisted the urge to slap away the remaining sleep that was still very obvious in his eyes. I was freaking out at having no idea why I was in his room, and he was acting like this was absolutely normal.
        
I stood up, when I felt the urge to be on solid ground. As soon as I stood up straight, I was suddenly overcome by a wave of dizziness. An immediate feeling of lightheadedness and weakness washed over me. Making me sit back down on the bed because my legs were acting too weak to hold me up. I stayed on the bed wondering what was wrong with me. My body was acting weird.
        
Nothing came to mind as I tried to remember anything from last night. I doubted that I would have done anything stupid but my lack of memory was another matter entirely. I remembered going to bed after talking to Caden. My memory of the night before ended at me sleeping and as I tried to remember anything more, all I did was hit a brick wall.
        
"How are you feeling now, after last night?" Caden asked with a calculating glint in his eyes.
         
I felt disgust rise up in my throat at his question, and narrowed my eyes at him. I tried not to jump into conclusions or believe what my mind was saying. The look in his eyes showed that he knew something and that I wouldn't be happy to hear it.

I searched his face to get more information but he just stared blankly at me. I sighed and shakily asked, "C-Caden, please what really happened last night?" I shook my head as I felt frustration rise in me. "I-I don't want to jump into conclusions. So, I would love you to tell me what happened because I can't remember a thing from last night."
         
Caden looked at me with his eyes narrowed in suspicion. He looked like he was skeptical about me forgetting what happened last night. Like what happened was too much for me to have possibly forgotten.

He searched my face and something must have shown in it to make him know that I was saying the truth because his expression changed to one of confusion and concern. And that change, made me more scared but his next words gave me pause.

"I should actually be the one asking you that question. I have no idea what came over you last night. You were acting very strange, you actually managed to scare me."
        
He sounded really serious but I didn't believe him. I tried to think harder but the last thing I was remembering was going to bed and waking up in Caden's room. The more I tried to remember, the more my head hurt making me groan in frustration and pain.
         
As much as I tried, I came to the same conclusion on my version of what happened last night. Not sure if I wanted him to tell me, if it was going to be what I was thinking. Also feeling disappointed and angry at myself for not being completely sure of doing nothing stupid last night. I stood up to leave and moved just two steps forward before I felt myself lose balance and in the blink of an eye, hit the ground hard.
        
I screamed and the next thing I felt was Caden picking me up. I had no idea how he had gotten to me so fast but all of my senses were too flooded in pain for me to hear the things he was saying except feel the way he was gently carrying me back to the bed.
        
The pain from the fall seemed intensified by my condition. I was experiencing a tingling feeling in my arms and legs. I was also feeling nauseous but mostly I felt weak. The want to climb out of my own skin was consuming me. All these felt completely unbearable to me.
       
Fear became prominent in my heart as I had never felt like this before. I groaned as the feeling of constipation came strong. I shifted my body on the bed, feeling distinctly uncomfortable even on the soft king-sized bed.
        
I felt Caden touch my forehead like he was checking if I was sick. I said the thing that was still on my mind, "Caden," I paused, praying for him to answer in the negative. "If we had sex last night, I would prefer it if you told me rather than pretending to forget."
        
I opened my eyes to look at him since he hadn't replied, to see if he heard me. He looked like he heard as he had a thoughtful look on his face before his lips twitched.