His Human Luna

Twelve

The pain in my head when I wake up is unbearable. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I though I've had hangovers worse than this, but I was wrong. Who has two thumbs and is seriously considering knocking out again to escape the pain? You guessed it, THIS GIRL.

Opening my eyes proves to be a struggle, and for a moment I trip out because it seems that my eyes aren't open, when I know that they are.

You're in a dark room, Amelia. Come on. You hit your head, but not that bad.

Feeling the sheets, and taking in the scent helps me not freak out because I know I'm in Kaiden's room. The rooms are all the way in the front of the house, while the living room and kitchen are located more towards the back of the ginormous abode. Why is this relevant you ask? Well because I can hear the heated voices of Kaiden and the others.

I can only imagine what they must be...discussing...over there if I can hear them from Kaiden's room. I should probably go over there. It probably concerns me....After a minute, Wow, that was vain , Amelia. I think to myself as I turn to lay on my back. Even though I know I should be there to hear what they have to say, I can't bring myself to get up. My body feels like I got hot by a car, and my heart hurts,

Kaiden locked me out. The one time I actually wanted him in my head, he locks me out. Look where that got me. He left me at the party, and he left me to deal with the situation on my own. I can't help but wonder what would have happened if Tate hadn't responded to me. To top it all off, he neglected to talk to me about this stupid rouge problem...AGAIN. I though we moved past this, I thought as Luna I'm supposed to help him with this kind of stuff. He probably thinks I can't handle it, maybe that I'm not good enough.

Knock it off. I quickly reprimand myself as I remember the countless times Kaiden has assured me that I am perfect for this even when I have assured him that I am not.

Yeah, well, he sure doesn't act like he thinks I'm good for the spot. I rebuttal to myself as I turn and face the digital clock placed on Kaiden's night stand. I nod to myself, You've got a point there girl.

After a minute of nothing the realization that I just had a conversation with myself strikes me. I think I hit my head on the floor harder than I realize.

The clock reads 3:56 A.M.. I was knocked unconscious for about three hours. Great.

After a tiny internal debate, I get up from the bed carefully. My bones crack in protest, and my muscles scream at me to stop and lay back down, but my need for coffee is greater. After making it to a standing position I start to stretch, my head pounds against my skull making my shut my eyes tight in order to bear the pain.

I stumble and bumble my way through the dark out of Kaiden's room and into the dimly lit hallway. As I make my way down the hall the voices grow louder, more urgent. I do the best I can to ignore the people talking in the living room as I head straight into the kitchen. I am not dealing with any of this shit until I've had my coffee, I think once I come up to the kitchen doors. To my surprise, the lights are on, and the broken window has been boarded up.

I open the freezer and grab the bag of coffee grounds, then shut it with force. Why am I pissed at the fridge? I have no idea. But something inside me feels good for slamming the freezer door. So what do I do? I start angrily making a cup of Joe.

Just as I start pouring my creamer the kitchen door opens. I don't have to look to know who it is. I reach for a spoon, stir the cream into the coffee and take a sip--I'm not really a sugar person.

I turn and come face to face with a beat up looking Kaiden. And, mind you, I don't mea beat up like he was in a fight (even though he was), I mean like his hair is disheveled, he looks panicked, and his clothes are on backwards.