Where The Wind Blows

Chapter 29.

I woke up feeling like absolute crap. My head ached, and my body felt foreign. The taste on my tongue was no better and moving my body was a problem. I struggled to open my eyes and shut it the minute I opened it. The sun was out and my curtains were open.

"Shit!" I cursed, my voice sounded hoarse and nothing like mine. I never left my curtains open. I turned from side to side, then tried to open my eyes again. This time, I was smart enough to stare at the ceiling instead until my eyes adjusted.

Only then, did I perceive the coffee, coming from my kitchen and I could hear James Blunt singing something about not giving him those eyes and stuff. Apparently, someone was in my house, making themselves comfortable and this person, opened my curtains.

Someone was going to die.

I immediately pushed myself off the bed and regretted it immediately as I landed on my ass and the collision between my already throbbing head and my wooden floors made me feel like a vegetable for a minute.

"Fuck!" I cursed again as the effects of the fall started to take effects. If Elisa was here, she'll be telling me about my eternity in hell already. I shut my eyes again and groaned. I opened it again and someone was hovering over me. But, everything was too much of a blur. Some seconds after, the beautiful chocolate skinned man that I've become too familiar with came into focus. He was still wearing what he wore yesterday, only now, his coat was off, the first two buttons of his shirt was undone giving me just a peak of the muscles that were beneath and the sleeves were folded to his elbow plus his feet were bare.

"Are you done?" He said, letting out a rough breath.

"Done with what?"

"You were staring at me like a Christmas present. I just wanted to know if I could move now or if you still wanted to stare."

I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Plus, my head felt like my brain had melted, I had no reply to give because I was actually staring.

"What are you doing in my apartment?" He stretched his right hand towards me to help me to my feet. I took it gingerly but I still couldn't stand properly, my legs were still wobbly sending me to an abrupt landing on my bed. Everything hurt. I threw him a look  that he conveniently ignored.

"You don't remember?" He looked baffled.

"Remember what exactly?" I rubbed my forehead. I still had no idea what possessed me to take alcohol.

"Last night. When you left me at The Classics, and I almost lost my mind thinking something happened to you-"

"Lose your mind? Over me? Didn't know I was that important."

"You're straying away from the actual issue." There was a change in his voice now, he sounded almost like he was angry. "You didn't answer your phone, you didn't send a text or return any of my calls." He was pacing back and forth now and eyes followed him every single time, it was almost hypnotizing.

"And then you walk in here, drunk and a complete mess in the arms of someone that looks like a gangster. And you don't remember any of that?"

And then it hit me, like a slap out of nowhere. Flood of memories from last night. From the appearance of Jade or Jessica or Jasmine, or whatever her name is to my stupid decision to drink a glass of white wine in one gulp. My even more stupid decision to go to Grandys, getting drunk, dancing with every idiot in the bar and ah, almost letting Jason kiss me. Last night was really a night of stupid decisions. And then, he brought me home, everything after that was a blur.