Colors [Percabeth]

Unarmed// Chapter 17

Jason

Opening my eyes, I stared up at the blurry ceiling for a while as I waited for my vision to adjust. The first thing I noticed was that my head was throbbing. I could feel my heartbeat all the way in my head. The second thing I noticed was that my ceiling fan had dream catchers attached to it.

Sitting up, I realized this wasn't my room. "Piper." A small groan escaped my lips as I ran my fingers through my hair. No response. "Piper," I repeated. Turning my head to look over, I was surprised that the bed was empty. In her place was a pillow. Groaning, I got up and started dressing. Was I drinking yesterday? It seems so, considering the previous day seems like a blur. I slept with the brunette who owns the room, that much was obvious. I had an exposed lower half under the sheets to prove it too. Thank gods Piper's dad was still out of state. A consistent pain was shooting through my skull and I knew it was evident. I was officially hungover.

With my vision still blurry as it was still adjusting to the light, I made my way out of the house. I didn't bother checking a mirror before I left; there was a good chance I looked as shitty as I felt.

Before I started the journey back to my house, I sent a text to the missing girl to make sure she was okay. "Jason! Help!"

My head shot up at the cry for help. "H-hello?" I called out to make sure the alcohol wasn't turning me delusional. For all I know, I could look like someone who snorted one too many lines and was currently talking to a brick wall. From a dark alley right across the street came another cry for my assistance. Dragging my feet from under me, I stumbled over to where the distressed screams were coming from. How much had I possibly drank to make this whole thing up? "Hello?"

The voice sounded so familiar yet I couldn't place my finger on it. Trying to concentrate on the familiarity of it only made my head pound even more than it already was, and adding frustration from the lack of knowledge to that mix was doing me no good either. I most certainly didn't need that while trying to help someone.

Wandering into the alley, the fog in my mind started to clear a bit. "Oh my god. Are you okay-"

The voice belonging to the supposed wounded person suddenly yelled, "Now!"

My vision became blurry as I felt a heavy weight knock me into the ground. I fought to stay awake but the darkness was consuming my vision. Before I lost consciousness, I couldn't help but chastise myself for going into a dark alley drunk and unarmed.

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A/N: Haha, the mysterious voice from earlier in the book is back. Told you they would be important. Sorry for not posting in forever, I was on vacation and school just started too. I promise to post more.

-Alexa