It was 5am and I was up and ready to take my morning shower, when I noticed a figure next to me. I slide closer to touch the heap of something under my covers.
"Angela!" I screamed out, I was scared and shaking.
"What..." Angela, yelled back.
Suddenly, the heap started moving and a manly hand popped out and covered my mouth as I was about to scream again.
"Shhh..." a voice said. "Yo, chill out bro", it continued.
A guy just wearing boxers got up from my bed covers and walked out of my room sloppily.
Angela walked in, looking like she barely slept, in her black laced underwear and an oversized top. She looked a bit drunk too but then again she has this carefree vibe going on, so I was not sure if she was drunk or sober.
"Yes?" She said. "Why are you yelling out my name bruh" she continues.
"Uhm... who was that? And what was he doing in my bed? Am I pregnant, did he rape me?Call the police, don't just stand there do som..."
"Do what?" She interrupts. "Oh you mean Dean? He's harmless, yo I'm sorry we were chilling and things got heated then it was time to sleep but Dean is special and he needs a bed to sleep on, and my bed had me and Josh in it so he came to yours" she explains.
"Needed a bed, so he came to mine? Angela I don't know this guy" I say.
"Yeah but I know him, and he's pretty cool" she says.
"It doesn't work that way" I yell. "What if he raped me?" I yelled even louder.
"But he didn't, so calm down" she says.
"Calm down? Are you kidding me right now?" I ask as I get my toilet bag and marched out of my room and bumped my shoulder into Angela's shoulder as I marched along.
"Hey, no need to be fussy" she says into the back of my ear. I turn fast and look at her.
"You..." I swallow my saliva. And turn around and walk away.
"Pregnant? Call the police?" She laughs. "This is varsity girlie, if you want you can leave, flippin waking me up at 5am for what?"she says as she walks sideways to her room.
I slammed the bathroom door, then I started to break down in tears, but softly though so that they couldn't hear me sobbing. At this point I wanted to call my mom and ask her to come fetch me, but then I remembered how she wanted me to be here so that I can grow up. Grown ups don't cry in bathrooms, they get up and go to work. So I stood up and turned the shower tap on and undressed slowly while reflecting on what could have happened earlier that morning.
YOU ARE READING
Hurt.
Short Story"Hurt" is a short story about a young girl who hurts herself by hurting a young boy who really likes her.
