Him

After the Massacre

"Mhmm." I smelled the pillow that my head was on. It smelled like detergent and the most mouthwatering cologne I had ever smelled. My eyes jerk open and I take in my surroundings. I'm in a blue room, obviously in a guy's room, and it's very... Empty. Nothing on the walls. There's little to no furniture; a bed, a dresser, and a desk pushed into the far corner. My sleepy eyes close once more as I pull the covers closer to my cold body. Maybe this was dream?

My body shot up straight, tearing me from a dream and into a males eyes. His eyes were full of something I couldn't read, lust? No. Guilt? No. Nervousness? Yes.

"Hey Dilan. How are you feeling?"

How was I feeling? Are you insane? I look at Jake's startling appearance. His hair was slick from the water. I stared in awe at his nicely toned arms and a defined eight pack. As I stared down his body farther, he was in a too low towel wrapped just around his hips but low enough that I could see his "v line" that leads down to....

I feel my face heat up at that thought. I try to shake the cobwebs out of my head, when I learn that's a bad idea.

"Jake where's your bathroom?" I ask, worried as I got up quickly.

A worried expression overcomes his dreamy face as he steps back and points in the direction I was to go. I nodded and sped my way to his porcelain throne.

I sat over his toilet as I felt puke start to come up.

Jake knocks at the bathroom door. "Dilan? Are you okay?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but words to my disappointment, didn't come up. As I started puking my guts up, Jake slammed the door open and rushed to my aid. He held my hair and placed a hand on my lower back that sent tingles throughout my body like electricity. "Shh, it's okay Dil. You're okay, get it all out, that's it."

I thought my puking would've never ended, I thought I would've vomited my intestines out, but that didn't happen. I wiped my mouth and leaned into Jake's embrace.

"You're okay babe, let's get you into bed." Still in a towel Jake, scooped me up in his big arms and gently placed me on his bed, he tucked me in and lightly kissed my forehead.

"Get some sleep gorgeous." I felt my face heat up, and I shoved my face into his pillows. He chuckled and left his bedroom with a handful of clothes.

My eyes opened once more as I glanced at the clock, 12:39 in the afternoon. Holy shit. Then everything from last night flooded my brain. Pictures of me crying and Braydon's hands all over me made me shudder. A shower was definitely the thing I needed right now.

I swing my legs over the side of Jake's bed and preceded to stand up. On the bed I noticed some girly clothes, body wash, shampoo and conditioner. A smile lit up my face at this sweet gesture of Jake's. I grabbed my presents, giggled and walked into Jake's bathroom. When I made my mad dash in here the last time, I didn't notice what his bathroom actually looked like. The walls were white with white accents and a blue shower curtain. To the left was the toilet, straight ahead was his shower and on the right wall was the sink, next to that, shelves of towels and washcloths. I grabbed a white fluffy towel and threw it on the top of the toilet seat. That's when I looked at my appearance. Holy shit. How could Jake say I looked gorgeous? He saw me puking, that's not attractive and the sight before me didn't help that either. My hair was no longer curly but a nasty, tangly, matted down wavy mess. My once perfected winged eyeliner was now smudged all over my eyes, making me look like a raccoon. (Am I right ladies? Lmao!) and my face was red and puffy. I groaned and turned away from that. I put the body wash and hair stuff in the shower and began to strip off my gross clothes.

I never would've thought a shower could feel this good. Not only was it refreshing, but I couldn't get over how sweet Jake was in caring for me. I picked up the shampoo and squeezed a dollop of red "silk like" liquid into my hair. I moaned at the wonderful smell it brought me. It smelled like fall, but in a good way. Like apples and cinnamon, and chocolate. Leaving that in my hair, I scrubbed every inch of my body twice to get traces of my predators hands off my body. After five minutes of scrubbing, my body was red and sore but at least it was clean. I washed out my yummy smelling shampoo and continued to put conditioner in. After I washed that out, I squeezed out the remaining water from my hair and turned the handle to the right. I stepped out and pulled the warm towel to my shivering body. I shrugged into the pair of jeans and Victoria's Secret sweatshirt he had laid out for me. Wow. I brushed out my long dirty blonde hair, cleaned up after myself, grabbed my clothes and trudged down the stairs.