Kylie's POV:
"Kylie! I told you not to do that!"
I opened my eyes and looked around, to see Jason standing in the doorway. "I told you not to sleep on him." I had a confused expression on my face and honestly I had no idea of what he was talking about. "Damn it Kylie will you get off him?"
I suddenly understood what the fuss was about, and wiggled out of Drew's arms. "I'm sorry.."
Jason rolled his eyes. "Just don't do it again." I shook my head and gave him a small smile. "Promise."
He nodded his head and looked at his brother. "Did he say anything to you last night?"
All the memories from last night came back like a flash, and right away I felt like I was going to throw up. "Yes."
It sounded more like a whisper than an answer. "What did he say?"
I turned around a bit, so I could see Drew's face. While he was asleep he looked so peaceful, and he didn't look like he was in any kind of pain. It made you feel a bit better. I turned back to Jason and put a strand of hair behind my ear. "Nothing special. Just mumbling stuff you know." Jason nodded his head. "Got it. Do you want something to eat?"
I shook my head and smiled at him. "No thank you, I'm good." After all this, my appetite wasn't exactly the best. I loved food with a passion, but now, the thought of food only made me feel sick.
The fact that Drew had been shot, was terrifying. Yes he was alive, but he was barely breathing. All I wanted to do was kiss him over and over, beg for forgiveness and tell him how much I loved him. And I would do it, as soon as he woke up. As soon as he felt a bit stronger. Never in my life had I experienced something like this. And never in my life would I ever want to do it again. Once is enough. Once is one time too much.
I couldn't sit in here until he woke up. As much as I'd love to, it would drive me crazy. I couldn't stand sitting here, watching him, knowing he's hurt. Knowing he's wounded.
I blame myself for everything. If I hadn't freaked out, we wouldn't have left the hotel, and Drew wouldn't have took off with the guys, and he wouldn't be here.
"It's all my fault.."
My eyes were getting watery and my vision was blurred. "Fuck." I stood up and wiped away the tears. No, not in here, not now. I walked out of the room, and directly went to the bathroom.
As soon as I got in, I locked the door behind me, and sunk down along it. I couldn't even control the tears. They streamed down like waterfalls, and I didn't even care to wipe them away. I just sat there, and cried, and cried. Because sometimes, that's all you need. That was what I needed.
I'm an ugly crier, I'll tell you that. When I cry, I cry awfully much and I cry so hard I can barely breathe. That's exactly what I'm doing, crying so hard I loose my breath. I started coughing, because I was choking on my own tears. And as if it couldn't get any worse, someone knocked on the door.
"Kylie?"
No. Please not now.
"Kylie, I know you're in there." Justin's voice was loud and clear, and he was the last person I wanted to talk to right now. "Go away." I spat. "I can hear you crying, let me in." he said. I shook my head in anger.
"No, get the fuck away from me."
Even though he was on the other side of the door, I could tell he was getting angry with me. "Open the god damn door Kylie. I'm trying to apologize."
"Be the bigger person Kylie."
My dads voice echoed in my head, and I cursed myself for always trying to do as I'm told. Be the bigger person. What if I don't want to?
"C'mon just open the door."
I stood up, unlocked the door and took a step back. The door opened and Justin got in, and locked the door behind him.
"Kylie I'm sorry."
I didn't even look at him. I didn't dare to look at him. I knew I couldn't.
"What I did. I'm sorry."
I had my eyes at my feet and I bit my lip so hard, that I could taste blood.
"Hey, look at me." His index finger tilted up my chin, forcing me to look him straight in the eyes. My vision was blurred and once again I was on the edge of crying.
"Don't cry, you're to beautiful to cry."
That's it. I lost it.
I was crying like a baby again, but I turned away so he couldn't see.
"Please get out."
"Kylie it wasn't even that bad. Like you haven't been fingered before?"
I looked up at Justin with disgust. "You did that to me against my will."
He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. "Honey it's not like I raped you."
The anger was building up inside me and I had to keep myself from punishing him.
"Does it even matter? I did not want you to do that, and yet you did! You fucking asshole!" Without thinking, I swung my fist against his face, but he caught it in his hand, before it even hit his face.
"Now you listen to me Kylie." I bit my lip hard, trying not to cry more than I already did. He let go of my fist, and I stumbled backwards. We were in a bathroom, where the hell was I supposed to go?
"Don't you ever try that shit on me, ever again. You got me?"
I nodded my head, I understood every word. "Good."
"Now let's get out of here." he said, and held the door open. I nodded my head and walked out before him.
"Hey Kylie?"
"Yeah?" I asked, and turned around. All of a sudden I was in his arms and he crashed his lips against mine.
