He's No Stranger

Chapter Six

Everything is a blur when I open my eyes. I'm on something really soft.

"Hmm!"

I stroke my hands a few times on the surface.

A bed.

What happened ? Why am I on a bed?

It doesn't feel like my bed so, I'm not at home. My bed is not this big.

I raise my upper body and steady myself on my elbows. Shit! My head hurts. I groan and blink my eyes a few times. The room is almost dark except for the light across the room. I raise myself and sit on the bed letting out another groan. I remember drinking a few cups of beer, being followed by the drunk creep, going out to get fresh air and seeing hazel brown eyes. Oh, and I remember I was kind of drunk. I'm a light weight when it comes to drinking obviously because I never did it before.

The real question is, where the hell am I? I just don't have the strength to panic. If I really think about the situation I probably would. And guess what? I am.

Don't panic! Don't panic! Don't panic!

I start taking huge gasps of air. I could feel my lips getting dry, feeling almost like plastic, I could feel the moisture sinking in. Scrambling off of the bed , I bend over and hold onto my knees.

I need air!

I could feel my chest getting hollow. This is not good. I start to cough causing me to feel a bit dizzy. Just then I see a shadow of darkness sweep across and I loose my sight for a second. I try to scream but it is muffled by my coughs and rugged breathing. A sqeak escapes my mouth as I drop to my knees and arms. A flash of light catches my eyes and I hear footsteps coming towards me.

"Pl..please! Please, Please! Don't hurt me. Please!" I squeak. My throat is dry and I just feel out of it.

"Hey, Hey. It's ok I'm not going to hurt you." Someone bends down and rests their big hands on my back, rubbing in a circular motion.

"Just breath. It's just an anxiety attack. Breath." The person starts to make breathing sounds slowly next to me. I guess to show me how to. I feel relieved after a few minutes and I raise my head and try to get up. The person helps me to my feet. I turn around to thank who ever it was and i'm met with hazel orbs again. The  light from the door shines on his face making it a contrast of black and yellow and some how it glows and makes him look breath taking.

"Jonah?" I say in a shaky voice, shifting away from him. His hands that were around my waist from helping me up, drops to his side.

"Yeah?" He says, looking me straight in the face.

"Ttt..thanks ff..for helping me." He nods his head. I find myself staring at him. His face is as dead serious, his mouth is set in a line, his hand straight at his sides. Wow! He's tall. I have to tilt my head back a bit to look him in the face.

"Are you ok? Are you in shock or something? I could take you to the hospital." I shake my head.

"I'm fine. Thank you. "

"What happened? How did I get here? Am I still at the party?" He takes a step towards me and I stay put.

"You crashed into me, I caught you before you fell to the floor and then you passed out." He scratches the back of his head.

"Are you high or some. You just passed out just like that." He asks. Worry flashes across his face and disappears.

"I..I had a few cups of beer and I wanted air, then there was this drunk guy that was following me." I see him clench his fists and take a deep breath. It's actually strange how I just told him that. It's almost like I just known him and I'm comfortable around him.