Shattered

15. Never Comes

I open my eyes to the sight of Darren walking into our bedroom with a glass filled with some mysterious green liquid.

I sit up to greet him. Immediately, my head pounds. It is as if a million hammers are smashing my skull in right now. It really hurts.

I hate hangovers.

"Here, drink this. It should help with the hangover." He says as he hands me the glass. He sits down next to me on the bed and watches as I take it from his hands.

I grab it from him and lift the glass up to my lips. I drink it as fast as I can, wanting it's supposed benefits to start working immediate. "Ew. That was gross." I say as I wipe my mouth free of the liquid.

"Well, that's what you get for getting yourself so drunk you couldn't even walk." Darren says, grabbing his hands and folding them in his lap.

I nod. I guess I deserved this. "I know. I'm sorry I did that to you Darren." He is probably super mad at me for what happened last night.

"That's not even really what I'm mad about Ciara." He says.

"Then what are you mad about?" I can't imagine what he is mad about if it isn't how misbehaved I was yesterday.

"Well, I thought about it all night. I couldn't sleep because of it. I realized that I should have taken you to the police station last night instead of letting you convince me to just take you home." He sighs. "Because I'm pretty sure you were drugged last night."

"Drugged?" I ask. How could he think that?

He nods. "I've seen you drunk before Ciara. And you've never acted like this before. I think there was drugs in your system along with the alcohol." He explains further.

I shake my head. "I only drank. I didn't do any drugs. I swear." I tell him honestly. I would never do drugs. I thought he knew that. Does he not trust me to be at least somewhat responsible?

"No." He sighs. "I mean I think someone used date rape drugs on you to knock you out." He says, getting right to the point this time instead of hinting at it.

I blink a few times, trying to process everything. "Oh, you mean that kind of drug." I nod. Now I understand.

"Yeah. That kind of drug." I continue to nod my head. I can't process all of this at once.

How could this have happened? I don't understand. I am always careful when I drink.

"You still can't remember anything?" He asks to make sure my memory has not come back since last night.

I shake my head. I still can't remember what happened at that party last night. Most of it is a blur. "I woke up and immediately looked for my phone so that I could call you." I nod, repeating everything I remember. "Because I felt like something was wrong with me."

"Wrong how?" He asks, wanting me to explain further.

"I don't know. I just felt strange. I didn't really feel drunk anymore. I just felt disoriented." I explain. "Oh my god." I shake my head as I whisper to myself. Darren is right. It all makes sense now that I have said my feelings and experience out loud.

"What?" He asks, grabbing on to my knee and squeezing it reassuringly.

"I was drugged. Oh god. Oh god. What am I going to do." I ask myself. How could I not have realized this sooner?

"Calm down. It will all be okay." Darren says, leaning closer to me so he can catch my eyes and look into them as he speaks.

"We have to go to the police." I state as I lift my head. "We have to go."

"The drug is probably all out of your system now. That's why I wanted to take you last night. All of the evidence is gone now."

"Oh god. I should have listened to you." I regret my decision to go home immediately. I regret my decision to go there in the first place. He should have never taken me to that concert. I should have never let him take me. "What happened to me?"

"Now is definitely not the time but, I told you that you shouldn't go back there alone. I knew something would happen. I just didn't think you would willingly get yourself drunk. I really hoped you would be in and out of there within minutes. Instead, I waited three hours for you in the car because I thought maybe you two were working out your issues in there and I didn't want to interrupt." He says as he stands.

I look at him with sad eyes. "I really messed things up, didn't I? I was so mad but then I got handed a drink and everything spiraled. I'm so sorry Darren."

He walks towards the doorway. "I've got to get to work. You stay here and get some rest okay?" He asks before turning down the hall.

"I love you." I call out to him and wait for his response. It never comes.

AN: thoughts? I love hearing what you guys think about my writing.

These chapters with heavy emotions like these are the hardest for me(and probably any writer) to write. This chapter and last were very hard for me.

On a completely different note, do you think I should do a character ask? You can ask the characters questions and they will answer! Comment if you would be interested in me doing this!