The Good, the Bad, and the Crazy. //+//A Complicated Love Story//+//

Chapter 11: Mary.

I woke up feeling oddly warm and safe. Something I hadn’t woken up feeling in a long time. It wasn’t until I tried to get up and was held down to the bed that I realized why I felt that way. Branson’s arm was wrapped all the way around my stomach and the other arm was stuck under neither me, his fingers laced with mine.

I groaned, Crap, I thought. I let him spend the night? Why the fuck would I do that? Layla had said I had the rest of yesterday to say goodbye. If she found out that he was here this morning…oh god, I was done for.

“Get up.” I ordered his sleeping body shaking him roughly as I attempted to sit up on the bed.

He moaned and pulled me back down next to him. I struggled against his hold but I was no match for him. “Get up, dammit.” I shook him harder.

“Mary, will you shut up? I’m trying to sleep.” He said opening one eye.

“No, no more sleep. You have to get up. You have to leave.”

He sat up rubbing one eye “What are you talking about?”

“You have to get out. Now.” I said sharply.

“Why?”

“I told you last night. I told you we can’t see each other anymore and that hasn’t changed. Now get out.” I said throwing his arm off me and getting up.

“I still don’t understand.” He sat up straight on my bed now. And it was only then that I realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. But he was wearing jeans and I was fully dressed. What had happened?

“Why are you naked?” I asked.

He looked himself over “I’m not naked, just not wearing a shirt.”

“Why?” I insisted picking up his t-shirt from the floor next to my bed and throwing it at him.

He wasn’t making letting go of him easy. If I wanted him to leave I had to make him think I didn’t want him here, which was such a lie.

“Just because I never sleep with a shirt on. I tried to leave last night but you wouldn’t let go so when I decided to sleep here I took my shirt off so that I wouldn’t get too hot during the night.” He explained slipping his shirt on.

Had Layla’s voice in my head been right? He hadn’t wanted to stay. Okay now I’m just mad.

“Get out.” I ordered him again.

“Did I do something Mary?” He asked standing up and walking towards me.

“No, now get out.”

He groaned “Ugh! Obviously something is wrong. So will you just spare me the trouble of fallowing you around all day until you tell me by just saying something now?”