Guns & Roses

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Azalea's POV

My body was stiff and it hurt to breath. I was confused as to why I woke up on the floor in the library and to why my body felt like it was hit by a truck but then my memory came back to me. I groaned and wished that my memory hadn't returned. I wished I could forget everything that happened last night. I needed Jason last night and he didn't believe me, he didn't save me.

I slowly got off the floor and I gasped in pain, everything hurt. Bullet was asleep beside the couch and I gave a weak smile. He was cute, thinking about Bullet gave me a little moment of joy. I slowly walked out of the library and walked into the living room. Nate's lifeless body laid in the middle of the room and the house was quiet. I slowly climbed the stairs and peeked in the bedroom. Jason laid in bed with the whore from last night draped over his naked body. On top of everything that motherfucking thong was still in the corner of the room.

I thought about killing both of them but I couldn't muster the energy to do that. I slowly walked back down the stairs and I sat down in one of the chairs in the corner of the living room. I carefully pulled my knees to my chest and I rested my head in between my knees. This sucks ass. I thought and I looked at Nate's body from my perch. His face unrecognizable and there was blood everywhere.

An hour passed before there was movement in the house and it took thirty minutes for someone to finally come downstairs. To my relief it was Chaz and not Jason or his whore. I don't know what I would do. It sucks being this vulnerable and weak. Chaz hadn't noticed me or Nate's body until we had fixed him self a bowl of cereal. “Whoa, what the hell happened in here? Azalea you look like shit.” He said sitting his bowl on the coffee table. Wow Chaz, way to be sensitive.

Ryan came down as soon as Chaz had said that and he looked shocked. “Okay then.” He muttered. Someone's not a morning person. They both looked at me for a minute before mentally deciding that it was probably best to leave me alone. I mentally thanked the heavens for that, I'm not sure I could handle someone talking to me like I was weak. I, Azalea Rose March, isn't weak. I thought to myself.

Another hour passed and nothing, the sun was officially shining and I could hear birds outside. At least someone's happy today. Fuck that. Jason finally came downstairs with his whore following behind him. Don't look at them, Azalea. Look at the ceiling. I tried looking up at the ceiling but my neck hurt like a bitch. I decided that looking at the floor was easier.

“Well I better get going Jasey! Call me next time you wanna fool around.” She said her voice high pitched and I couldn't deal. I let out a loud scream and put my hands over my ears. Everyone came rushing into the living room and I didn't look at any of them. “What a bitch.” The bimbo muttered.

“Get the fuck out!” Ryan yelled pointing to the door and Chaz came walking over to me.

“Come on Zales, let's go get you cleaned up.” He said softly helping me out of the chair and up the stairs. We passed Jason's bedroom and I saw him sitting on the bed with his head buried in his hands. Chaz lead me into his bedroom and sat me on the end of his bed while he walked into the bathroom. The sound of water running filled my ears and I closed my eyes, listening to the soothing sound of the water. “You can get in the bath tub by yourself, right?” He asked.

I nodded and stood up. “Um Chaz?” I asked awkwardly.

“Yeah?” He asked looking at me.

“Can you go get me some clothes out of Jason's room?” I asked. He nodded and walked out before returning with a pair of plaid pajama bottoms, white t-shirt, and underwear. I took the clothes from him and thanked him before walking into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I stripped out of my clothes and slipped into the bath tub, the warm water rushing over my tense muscles. I closed my eyes and relaxing. Why didn't he believe me? What would have happened if Jason wouldn't have walked in? What's going to happen to Jason and I? Did he really love me? How could I be so foolish for falling for his games? I shook my head clearing it of those terrible thoughts.

I pulled the plug in the tub and climbed out of it. I slowly dressed in the clothes, not wanting to go back out and face everyone. I looked at my reflection in the mirror I had bruises on my cheek, along my jaw, and I don't even want to look at the ones on my stomach. I unlocked the door and stepped into Chaz's room, it was empty. Thank goodness. I made my way through there and to one of the spare rooms in the house. I need to take some type of nap.

Killer, Striker, and Machete came strolling into the room with Bullet following behind them. I picked Bullet up and helped him on to the bed while the other dogs jumped on to it. I snuggled with all of them and accepted sleep.