Just Like Yesterday

Chapter 6

He passed out after that and as his body began to slip down I broke from my shock and caught him up. He wasn't weightless and we both nearly went down a few times before I even made it out the room of that creep who had tried to touch him. Anger boiled in me, partly at P'Arthit for doing this to himself—what if I had been late, what if I didn't hear his voice because I stayed up waiting for him to come back to the room and then even talked myself to go look for him when he didn't—the other part was directed greatly to that bastard who had dared to lay his filthy hands on my P'Arthit.

I felt a little crazy and very possessive of the man in my arms. Struggling, I dragged his sleeping weight to our room. I dumped him on his bed, no actually my bed, and he didn't even stir. I focused on getting him fully on the bed, pulling the cover over him and tucking him in. he only moved once in all that and it was to smile. What was he smiling about? He was molested by some guy and he... Just kissed me and told me he loved me. My mind was imploding and he was smiling in his sleep.

Irritated I grabbed at my hair and jerked. I was not getting any sleep tonight. The things P'Arthit puts me through, I sighed. Watching him sleep so peacefully, took the strength out of me and the adrenaline slowed. I was tired. I reached out a hand and brushed his hair away from his face and leaned down to kiss his forehead. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow and if P'Arthit would even remember all that happened but I couldn't stop my heart that was aching at hearing those words again. I sat on the side of the bed to continue watching him and I don't know when I fell asleep by his side.

Good thing I woke up first. At some point in the night I had moved in and was sharing the bed with him, my arms wrapped around his waist. It was so warm and felt so good and P'Arthit was sleeping so deeply I couldn't pull away. I ran my fingers through his hair in a slow caress that I know I wouldn't be able to give if he was awake. At first he leaned into the touch like a cat which made me smile, then he frowned deeply and seemed to be waking up and not pleasantly. I hurriedly left the bed and watched him stir awake with a grimace on his face.

"Oh," he moaned and turned his head this way and those eyes still closed and I smiled a little. This would teach him to go drinking with strangers. He sat up slowly tilting his head down then he raised his eyes and looked directly at me.

"Kongpob?" his fingers were deep in his hair and he looked lost and in pain.

"You've got a hangover P'Arthit, " I explained.

"You are telling me. Ugh." He moaned and started pushing away the blankets to get to the bathroom. I helped him get down and watched him leave. He closed the door behind him and I leaned against it listening to him get sick.

"I'm going out to go get you something for your headache." There was absolute silence from the bathroom then, "thanks."

I brushed off the wrinkles on my clothes and went out the room to hunt down the drug. When I was on my way back I spotted that loser from last night and I was itching to give him another punch -- just because-- when he lifted his face my way and I saw his swollen eyes. I must have hit harder than I thought.

"You son of a bitch, "he growled at me, "I'm going to get you for this"

Typical, it was the kind of line you'd hear from assholes who didn't know how much of an asshole they've been. I completely ignore him because I knew there was nothing he could do.

When I returned to the room I thought P'Arthit had left.He wasn't on the bed where I had left him hung-over. It was also easy for me to think that he left so he wouldn't have to deal with what happened last night. This was the last day of our trip, tomorrow we would go back to our different worlds and if I wanted I wouldn't have to deal with this either. Yet, the thought of going back sent a chill through me that I recognized as fear. I sat on the bed dejectedly. What was I going to do?