The Silent One ✔

Chapter Fifty

I open my heavy eyes slowly, only to find Chris standing beside my bed.

What's he doing here?

I hiss in pain as struggling to sit up. My head is pounding as I'm somehow light headed. "What happened last night?" I ask him.

"You don't remember?" Chris narrows his eyes as I search my surroundings.

I'm laying in my bed, in my dorm. Jenny's nowhere in sight. How did I get home? Did Jenny take me?

Okay, what do I remember?

Jenny ditched me, I think Chris was there at some point, and uh yes the jello shots - I could never forget those.

"I remember seeing you at some point but nothing else" I admit "why were you there? You hate parties"

I can't emphasise this enough: Chris hates parties with a burning passion. He hates them more then I do, which I didn't think was possible.

"Jenny called me to come to get you" he folds his arms.

I shake my head "That's weird considering she abandoned me to go play beer pong with the cool kids"

"So I take it that you don't remember hitting her" he sighs.

I blink in confusion.

Hold up.

Did I hit her?

No way. There's no way. I literally only saw her the first twenty seconds before she ditched me.

"Hitting her?" I shake my head, "what are you talking about? I was at that party for no more than forty-five minutes, and Jen was playing beer pong the entire time"

Chris looks at me concerningly.

"You were there for three hours Eva" he sighs "and she called me after you gave her a black eye"

A black eye? What has Chris been smoking?

I didn't see Jenny for the entire party, and there's no way in hell I would ever hit her.

"No" I shake my head "I wouldn't hit her"

"Well you did" Chris firms his voice in frustration "apparently she tried taking a jello shot away from you"

Okay, I do have a history of loving alcohol and hitting people who try to make me stop drinking but there's no way I would intentionally hurt Jenny.

I look down at my arms and legs that were covered in Band-Aids. What the fuck?

"What happened?" I cry.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He throws his arms in the air in frustration.

Why is he getting so worked up?

"I guess that I remember seeing you at some point and-" I start.

"Do you remember what you told me?" He glares at me.

I remember close to nothing about last night. How am I supposed to remember what I said?

"No" I shake my head.

"How about I refresh your memory" he starts "what happened between you and Sam in New York?"

Oh fuck.

This is how I die.

"What?" I say as my heart rate increases.

"My girlfriend told me that she's going to New York with her ex-boyfriend to see her old neighbourhood and I trust her to go....when she gets home she doesn't want to talk to me....she grows distant and it seems that everybody knows why but me...I get a call at midnight from one of my best friends, telling me that my girlfriend is drunk and had just assaulted her...I get over there to find that she's so plastered that she doesn't even recognize me... She falls and cuts her arms and legs on the glass...I get her cleaned up and she tells me that she wants to have sex with me...Which I refuse and so she calls me mean and says that Sam would have sex with her if she asked...she says that's she wishes that he was here instead...she says that Sam loves her...that he wants to kiss her and take her clothes off-"