The Bad Girl Wears Pink ☑️

Chapter Twenty One

I awoke to an alarmingly excruciating headache and groaned loudly into the pillow. It didn't help much, only caused the headache to worsen. My eyes opened and snapped back shut. I squeezed them tightly to keep the bright glares coming through the window from blinding me as the pounding in my head escalated. My eyes too throbbed horribly which didn't help in the case of the already massive headache, which felt as if I was being cruelly jabbed in the head.

I gripped the blanket and pulled it up over my head and buried my face in the pillows. They smelt of lemons for some reason and I sniffed the blankets. It too smelt of lemons for some reason, like lemon scented laundry detergent.

When did Helen start using lemon scented anything?

I rolled over in bed with my eyes closed fighting the stabbing pain but I was warm and cozy at least. Something felt wrong. How comes I couldn't hear Adam and Brett? Wait am I deaf?

A pot clattered to the ground downstairs in the kitchen and my brain registered the fact that I was definitely not deaf. I shrugged and pursed my lips trying to forget the world around me.

Woof!

I pouted at my imagination. For a fraction of a second I could have sworn I heard a dog bark, at least that's what it sounded like inside of my head.

Woof!

That time the bark sounded a bit too realistic to be just my imagination. Don't tell me that that asshole Adam got a damn dog. Wasn't the idiot allergic to them or something. There was scratching and whimpering outside and I hissed miserably. Someone whistled loudly.

"Come here boy!" Oswald calls and I heard the dog scamper off.

Oswald? What's Oswald doing at my house?

"Is she still sleeping?" Oswald asks.

"Yeah I checked on her twenty minutes ago," Oswald replies then the dog barked again.

Why is Oswald talking to himself?
He has finally lost it hasn't he? And who's 'she'? Clearly he didn't have some girl over, this is my house, he wouldn't...

I bolted up in bed throwing off the blanket. My head throbbed and I groaned loudly holding my hands to my face forcing the pain away. It didn't help, I forced myself to have a peek at the room in front of me. It was painted a light shade of blue, there was a computer desk, a shelf with trophies... this isn't my room! The door creeked open and I jerked my head towards the sound still peeking out through the slits in my fingers.

Oswald was standing at the door with his curly hair, and slender physique dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt. He was staring at me sitting up in bed peeking through my fingers at him and he grinned.

"Secret are you alright?" He asks crossing the room.

I didn't reply neither did I move.

"You didn't take the pills I got for you," He says pointing to the night stand.

I followed his gaze to where a glass of water with some pills was resting. I moved towards it and took the pills and used the water to wash them down before setting the glass back on the bedside table.

"Are you okay?" Oswald asks watching me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I mumble.

"The pills will kick in soon," He says sitting on the bed.

"What time is it?"

"Noon," he replis looking over at me.

"How long have I been out?"