Can He Be Tamed?

Chapter 16- Unedited

I vaguely remember Collin picking me up and taking me upstairs. I groaned when I hit the bed, I tried to sit up, I was hot. Like majorly hot, I pulled at the bottom of my shirt.

“MJ What are you doing?” Collin asked me.

“I'm hot” I told him.

“Keep your fucking clothes on or Tyse will freak out” he told me his eyes widening as I pulled my shirt off. I stood my head spinning and my vision blurring. I pulled my tights off losing my balance and grabbing the dresser feeling Collin’s strong hand grip the top of my arm to keep me in place.

“Put some clothes on shit” he told me. I found my bag and dug through it and then pulled Tyse’s jacket on and Collin helped me back into bed. He tried covering me up,

“No!” I yelled kicking the covers off.

“MJ quit fighting me” he told me throwing the sheet over me.

“No!” I said again kicking the covers back off. I was hot, I didn't want covers on. Why didn't he understand that.

“MJ” he yelled in frustration, I laid back down and let my eyes close and drifted to sleep.

I woke up feeling my head throbbing with pain. I hate drinking. Why am I lying, I love drinking, I hate the getting sober part. I could feel my stomach churning, and I knew by the tight feeling in my throat I was about to throw up, I stumbled to the bathroom and hit the toilet just in time.

I hate throwing up. And I seemed to be doing it a lot lately. I threw up a few more times until I had an awful taste in my mouth and my stomach felt empty. I got up and brushed my teeth, and then did it twice more for good measure.

My head was still throbbing but it wasn’t as bad. I pulled the hood of Tyse’s jacket up and went downstairs, hopefully he was down there, without a shirt on making me breakfast. He wasn’t. I searched around the house and found Collin on the couch. Tyse’s scent was here, and it was fresh he had just been here. Like an hour ago.

Why didn't he wake me up? Well, maybe it's a good thing, throwing up in front of Tyse would defiantly not be attractive. I went to the kitchen and dug through the cabinets for some aspirin. I found it and filled a glass with water and took them.

I felt hung-over. Like really hung-over. Collin came in yawning and running a hand through his blonde hair.

“Morning” he said going to the fridge and taking a swig of milk and then putting the jug back.

“Where’s Tyse?” I asked him.

“He had to go, he’ll be back in a few hours” he told me, I frowned.

“Where did he go?” I asked him.

“He… um …. He had to go to see his parents” he told me. Tyse had parents? What?

“Are you hungry?” he asked me.

“Yeah” I answered.

“What do you want?” he asked me.

I shrugged sitting at the island, his eyes kept flicking down. I looked down. Where had my clothes gone? They were gone all I had on was Tyse’s jacket, which barley smelled of him anymore.

“Where did my clothes go?” I asked aloud.

“Well you insisted on taking them off” he told me.

“damn how much did I drink?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, but could you go put clothes on it's distracting” he told me.