Butterfly of Fire - Gabriel Brown

007 - Headache morning

"Ah, god..." Naomi grunted as she woke up. Her head was completely empty and she only wanted to go to the bathroom downstairs. She couldn't even recall when she had redressed into her pajama's. A loose fitting tank top and baggy pants. Scolding the sun for how bright it was she went downstairs. Once down the stairs she walked past the living room, where she saw all boys sleeping.

"What the-..." she mumbled, and figured she had invited them to sleep.

She stumbled on and went to the bathroom. As silent as possible she used the toilet, used the sink to freshen herself up a bit and then looked at her wounds. She already noticed her whole body hurt, but she also blamed it on the large amounts of alcohol she drank. Her head pounded as she looked in the bathroom mirror. The first thing she noticed was her bruised cheek, but quickly after that she noticed how bruised her shoulder was.

"Oh damn," she scolded a little, "which asshole messed me up this bed."

And as she moved her body around to check herself out a bit more, she noticed how badly her stomach was hurting. Carefully she lifted her top, afraid of what she might find, but honestly it was much worse than what she expected. Her whole stomach was bruised and had shades of blue and purple all over it.

"Oh my god," she screamed at the mirror before she started cursing, "what the fuck is this. Who the hell..."

"Oy," she heard a males' voice from outside the bathroom, "you okay?"

His voice sounded gravelly and tired. She figured he drank at least the amount of alcohol she had. With a loud sigh she pulled her top down again and opened the bathroom door, making him have trouble to keep his footing as he was leaning against the bathroom door. She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. Her mind was all fuzzy about the night before. Just barely she could remember having to fight a bear of a man and losing badly. Afterwards she had partied too hard and ridden someone's back home.

Ignoring the blonde man she walked towards the living room, where she found the other men woken up due to her scream. Tiredly she leaned her back against the wall and judges all men one by one. Her eyes, however, stopped by one particular man. For some reason her body and mind responded differently to him. After the intense stare, the man stood up and looked at her. He was humongous. He had broad shoulders and large muscles. Was this the man she fought?

"Morning," the large fella said, "you okay Naomi?"

"Could be better," she sighed, "I'm sorry. I must've drank too much last night, can someone catch me up on what happened last night and on who you guys are?"

Another man, this one wore glasses, slowly got up and looked at her interestingly, "You can't remember a thing?"

"No, not really," she said, feeling a little embarrassed that she let thing go as far as that she wouldn't remember a thing, "I remember provoking and fighting someone but I can't remember who nor what happened afterwards. I dare to bet I lost."

"Yea you lost alright," he chuckled softly, "to my brother," he nodded at the large man next to him, "but you don't remember anything? Not even our names?"

"I really don't," she said, "sorry. I hope I didn't miss out on something important because of this."

The man with glasses grinned at his brother, who glared back, having a slight blush on his face. Now she really got interested, what did she miss?

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