BAD

Chapter 9 •The Day After•

{Alaska's POV}

I woke up and I was in somebody else's bed. I tried to remember the night but didn't succeed. The room was huge and had a bathroom. When I got up I noticed I was in filthy clothes covered in blood and that I had dry blood in my hair and everything. I quickly ran into the bathroom to take a shower. When I got out I decided to have a look in the huge walk-in wardrobe. It was definitely a guys room, the wardrobe was filled with tank tops, suits, shirts, tee shirts, shorts, boxers and ALOT of sneakers. I spotted a blue shirt sticking out amongst the others so I grabbed that one and put it on and buttoned it up most the way leaving the top 3 buttons open. It was a bit revealing but I didn't really care. It was down past my ass, a bit above my knees. Either way it was huge on me. It was just a plain pale blue shirt which I knew would suit me bc my eyes are the same colour and my blonde hair goes well with it. I then looked at myself in the full length mirror. I noticed there was makeup still on one of my eyes but when I moved closer that's when I realised it wasn't makeup. It was a huge swollen black eye. That's when I remembered.... Todd. My eyes stung as tears started to fill them. I pulled up the shirt remembering more now. That's when I saw the bruises, the pain was coming back now and tears were streaming down my cheeks. I felt like I was going to throw up, I quickly pulled my shirt down and ran into the barroom and splashed water on my face. That helped a lot. I snapped out of it and dried my face and eyes.

Once I was ready I started heading down the stairs, quietly and cautiously. I still hadn't figured out who lives here. when I got down stairs the song 'Classic' was playing full blast and it had just started. There were at least 5 doors in the hall so I went towards the one re music was coming from. I gently pushed open the door and peeked my head around to find I was in the kitchen. There was Bacon and Sausages and French toast cooking but nobody cooking them.. There was another door in the kitchen that was slightly open where the music was coming from. I carefully snuck my head around and seen no one again. I walked in, and the song classic was still playing on MTV on a huge flat screen and was only a few minutes in. I loved this song and I couldn't help sing along. I got a bit too into it and ended up dancing around the living room like a maniac and singing at the top of my lugs into the remote control. Then my heart stopped. Someone coughed. Loud enough for me to hear it over the music and over my own voice. And I turned around...