Battered and Bruised | Emblem3

Chapter 2: Aftermath

Keaton POV

I woke up to the bright sun through the windows. I didn’t recognize the room I was in. I was naked in a random bed. Oh shit. This was not what I had in mind when I decided to do something fun to get Emily, my ex-girlfriend, off of my mind.

There was a girl sleeping beside me but she was facing the opposite way so I couldn’t see who it was. I don’t remember anything from last night, but apparently I had sex with a random girl. Yeah, that’s definitely a good thing to do when you and your girlfriend of 6 years break up. I feel like shit now.

I got up to collect my neglected clothes from the floor. I quickly pulled all of them on and checked the time. It was 7 AM so hopefully no one is up to see me leave. I quickly exited the room careful not to wake the sleeping girl.

I stopped abruptly while I was walking down the hallway. Did we use protection? I took out my wallet to see if the condom I always have in there was gone or not. Sure enough, it was still in my wallet. Shit. Is my drunken self really THAT stupid? What the hell am I supposed to do?

I walked downstairs to find Wesley passed out in a recliner with a UV Blue bottle in his hand. Classic. I pulled out my phone to snap a picture of him. After that, I quickly woke him up so we could leave.

“Dude Wes, wake up. We need to find Drew and leave.”

“Yeah, whatever you say Keats.”

“Wes. Wake the fuck up.” I whisper yelled that because I wanted to avoid waking up the other people in the living room.

He finally opened his eyes and acknowledged me. “Sorry bro, rough night. Let’s go get Drew.”

We found Drew asleep on the dining room table. Don’t ask. Neither of them were with girls though, only me? That’s a shocker. Normally, I’m the one that’s all sweet and a gentleman. Although I guess leaving that girl wasn’t me being a gentleman. I have two reasons to feel like shit now, cool. One reason being that I even slept with her because I’m still not over Emily and reason two being that I left her by herself. I’m a fucking asshole and I don’t even know her name.

“Keats, what’s wrong?” Drew asked me from the passenger seat of the car. Wes looked at me through the rear view mirror then focused his attention back on the road.

“Nothing dude.”

“Tell us!” Wes urged me.

“I hate you guys. I apparently had sex last night and I don’t know who the girl was.” I felt like I could tell the guys things that I would normally never tell anyone. They won’t judge me or tell anyone about my personal life.

“What the fuck?! You have never done something like that!”

“I know it. Please just forget it.”

The rest of the car ride home was silent. Wes and Drew were probably thinking about how this girl is the only other girl I’ve ever been with aside from Emily. It’s kind of weird to me too, but I don’t even remember it. Or her.

Shayley POV

“Shayley, you need to wake up.” I heard Macy’s voice from the other side of the door of the random bedroom. My eyes fluttered open but then I closed them as they adjusted to the sunlight. I leaned forward in the bed I was in, covering my naked body with the sheet. I’m mentally thanking my birth control pill at the moment. My clothes were everywhere and I was alone. I figured the guy from last night would leave though. Oh well I guess. It’s time to go back to reality.

I quickly put all of my clothes on so I could answer the door that Macy was on the other side of. “I’m up!”

“I would have let you sleep longer, but I don’t want Max to get mad at you. I’m sorry.” I completely understood where Macy was coming from, she was just being a good friend, but I find it ironic that I get treated like a 15 year old girl that stayed out passed her curfew and her parents are going to be mad at her when she gets home. I have no freedom when it comes to Max. He controls every aspect of my life.

“It’s fine. I’m gonna head out, I guess. Your party was awesome. I’ll see you Monday.” I walked up to her to hug her. Macy really was my only friend and I don’t take her for granted at all. Max made me stop seeing all of my friends, guy or girl, except for Macy. He tells me that having Mace is a privilege that he allows. Goodness, he’s so full of shit.

I went outside to my car and headed “home.” I dreaded pulling up into this house. It’s sad when you feel that much hatred toward your own home. Hopefully Max is still asleep, but I doubt that. I unlocked the door and opened it to a very scary sight.

“Where the fuck were you?” Max yelled at me.

“I stayed at Macy’s house. I’m sorry if I was gone too long.”

“You better be sorry.” He came closer to me and leaned in for one of his hugs. Remember how he kicked me in my ribs yesterday? He wrapped his huge arms around my middle and squeezed as hard as he could. I winced from the pain that went shooting through my body. Max would never willingly give me a hug without inflicting pain on me somehow. He did it on purpose knowing the beating he had given me yesterday. He dropped my petite body on the ground like I was nothing and walked away into the living room. I fucking hate him.

I walked down the hallway to my room. Yes, Max and I have separate rooms. He tells me he can’t stand to be in the same room as me for very long so the guest room eventually got turned into my room. I really don’t have a problem with that now though, because the feeling is mutual. I used to cry myself to sleep after Max started hitting me and that would only make it worse since I slept in the same room as him. Now I can be alone if I want so I guess that is a plus. I crashed down on my big, comfy bed and started thinking about everything.

I wish I could just leave and go back to last night somehow. I wish I could know the stranger. I wish I at least knew his name. I don’t even really recall what he looked like. Stupid alcohol. But I guess it’s a good thing too. If Max ever found out about him he would not react like a normal boyfriend would. He wouldn’t go beat up the guy for messing with his girl or just break up with his girlfriend. He would beat the life out of me. I couldn’t even imagine the beatings being worse than they already are, but I bet it’s possible. So, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t really remember the guy from last night. There will be no way for Max to find out if I don’t even remember.

Although, I do think it’s funny that I have been with Max for 4 years and I feel more connected to a guy I had a one night stand with who still remains nameless. Shows how much my life sucks. 

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