Saviour. 》 g.d.

1; How did I end up here again?

Shay's POV

I woke up, opening my eyes and instantly feeling the unbearable headache. I groaned softly, placing my hand on my forehead and rubbing my temple with my thumb. My cheek hurt, and it felt like the skin there was torn and bruised up.

I rubbed my eyes, and as I began to look around the room, I realized; this wasn't my appartment. I shot up in the bed. I still had my clothes on, thank heavens, and my phone was next to me, on a white nightstand.

I couldn't remember anything from last night. My mind was completely blank, I only remembered arriving at someone's party, nothing else.

I sighed frustratedly, rubbing my palms together. I flinched as it began to hurt. I had grazed my palms too; I really needed to find a mirror to check myself in.

While I silently freaked out, I carefully stood up and looked at the door ahead of me. Oh god, what was behind that? Had I been kidnapped? Were the people behind that door going to kill me? Shit, shit, shit!

I slowly twisted the doorknob, expecting it to be locked, but instead I pushed open the door, revealing a hallway. More doors. Bloody hell.

I walked to the one opposite the one I came out of, and cautiously pushed it open. My heart was starting to beat out of my chest, that's how terrified I was. I could be smashed in the head with a pan, a baseball bat, or just their fists, any time!

The door I pushed open revealed a bathroom, and I sighed in relief. No torturous rooms or creepy cellars. Whatever the hell I was thinking. My mind was spiralling out of control...

And so apparantly was my stomach. A half second later I was on the floor, puking up every single bit of alcohol lingering in my system. I felt awful now, seeing I was throwing up in someone's house who I hadn't even managed to find yet, but I did feel better after.

"Hey, are you okay?" I heard a male voice. I froze, looking in the doorway. "Who's there?" I asked, then saw a guy appear. He had dark hair with some strands dyed blonde, an amazing jawline and he was tall.

"Me, don't worry."

When I decided he didn't look dangerous, I sighed in relief. "Here, lemme help you up." He said, sticking his hand out. I grabbed onto it, and got pulled up. Then he sweetly filled a glass with water for me. "Thanks." I said softly, drinking it all up.

"I assume you don't remember last night?" He asked me as I followed him into the living room. I shook my head, looking around the room. I saw another guy standing in the open kitchen, who looked really much like the guy in front of me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Then a horrible thought popped into my head. Had I slept with one of them? With both? Hell, that's even worse! Had I cheated? Panic set in.

"Oh God, I have a boyfr- Did I sleep with you guys? Please tell me I didn't sleep with-"

"The both of us? God, no," The guy in the kitchen interrupted. I let out a sigh in relief, until he added, "...you only slept with him." He said in a serious tone, continuing to cut his fruits without a sign of sarcasm in his face.

My eyes widened and I felt my heart rate pick up. My head shot in the direction of the guy in front of me. Surprisingly, he looked as shocked as me. He opened his mouth and instantly began  to deny it. "Wh-, n-, no, no! No! We did not sleep together, no." He claimed. I once again, sighed in relief, even more when the guy in the kitchen started to laugh. "When you looked at eachother-" He laughed.

"Ethan, that's not funny." Grayson chuckled, running his fingers through his hair, then giving me an apologetic look. I chuckled softly as well.

"Well, since you probably don't remember our names either, I'm Grayson, and that's my brother Ethan." I eyed Ethan again, who was cutting up some fruit at the island. He gave me a two fingered salute and a tight smile, and I could tell he was feeling a bit uneasy about me here. Well, the feeling was mutual, mate.