The Unexpected

Chapter 18

Mesut’s POV:

I reopened the door to the bathroom the following morning once I had finished freshening up, both in front of the mirror for a shave and also in the shower to thoroughly wash myself down. One of the towels which Scarlett has left out for me the night that we had arrived here in Wales wrapped tight around my waist as the dampness of the water from my shower was merely evident on my fair yet tanned skin. As I travelled the short distance walk from the bathroom to the bedroom that Scarlett and I were sharing for our stay here where I can only but presume that she is still fast asleep and wrapped beneath the duvet, I found myself letting out a loud yawn from my tiredness. Never can I recall a moment where I could have easily and possibly fallen asleep while walking or even standing up until this moment right now.

So do you remember last night when I said to Scarlett, being the nice and thoughtful friend that I am, that she could sleep on me? Well compared to any other person besides her of course who would have taken it as me proposing for her to sleep on my chest, she seemed to have other ideas and my best bet is that she took my words a little too literally. The evidence to this is that I found myself being kept up for the majority of the night last night with Scarlett practically laying right across my front, giving me no space to myself by any means at all to move even in the slightest. I was stuck between her and the mattress, almost like a sandwich and with that I was the filling. Two hours sleep is roughly all that I managed to get all together if you add up all the small durations of time that I managed to even get a wink of sleep. For a man like me that is sued to having ten, possibly even eleven hours of sleep each night, I think that you can already imagine as to how I am feeling right about now with eight hours at the least being completely knocked off of my sleeping pattern. So yes as you can probably tell, as of right now I am absolutely knackered.

But at the end of the day it was all for a good cause, as Scarlett last night was not in the best frames of mind nor was she the happiest after that littler, well more like huge, episode that occurred between her and her father. Explosive is a word best not suited in explaining the occurrence last night and it is merely an understatement to use as to what I was unfortunately faced with between the two of them last night. She is not the one to be blamed here though, as if my father would have ever spoken to me in the way that hers did last then I would have definitely acted the exact same, possibly even worse if I am being entirely honest with you. I know that we both took an idiotic move without thinking – having sex in their home, let alone on the sofa – but not under any circumstances does that cover for the way that he spoke to her by any means at all. To me it was nothing but a disgrace and I would never dream of speaking to my future son or daughter in that manor, no matter what they had done.

Anyway, with a shake of the head and then a small flick of my hair I finally reached the bedroom door. Placing my hand softly onto the doorknob to grip and hold it as I was just about to open it as quietly as I possibly could to avoid waking up the sleeping beauty inside, much to my surprise I was stopped in doing so. As just as I was about to push the door open softly, the sound of a heavy yet manly Welsh accented voice caught my attention from behind me and I was forced not to go any further than that. “Mesut, would you mind having a quick word with me for a moment please? It won’t take too long, I promise.” Once I had turned my body around on hearing the familiar voice, a face full of shock began to take over me completely from who it was. It was Scarlett’s father, using a surprising calm tone of voice compared to the angry and slurred tone that he had used towards Scarlett last night. As there he stood before me, his body leaning against the door of the bathroom that I had previously come out of moments ago with nothing but a dressing gown covering his modesty and a small smile slowly pressing itself up against his lips.

And from what I could tell from where I was stood, he was not feeling his best this morning. But in all honesty that is no surprising, seeing as how intoxicated he was in alcohol last night.