Eighteen-year old Marianna Rodriguez is distraught by the abrupt news from her father. Her father lost touch to reality years ago when he plummeted into a deep depression and began heavily abusing drugs. Marianna made sure to stay away from him, but...
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Something soft was caressing my left cheek.
My eyes slowly open, and I am immediately greeted by a bright light coming from outside. I hiss in pain before snapping them back shut.
A few moments later, I attempt at opening them again and this time, my eyes had adjusted to the light. And it's only then that I begin paying attention to my surroundings. I was in an unfamiliar bedroom.
I slowly sit up and see that I'm in a bed, covered in white duvets. The room is quite petite and decorated in mostly purple and black. It had a small desk situated to my far left, a closet and what I assumed to be the door of the bathroom.
I slowly push myself out of the bed, still slightly confused as to why I was here. And where exactly 'here' was.
The floorboard creaked under my legs, making me flinch.
I was wearing a large shirt that fell loosely to my knees. My long brown auburn hair fell to my waist, and I could feel my bare skin touching the thin fiber of the shirt.
I was naked?
Now I was even more confused. What was going on?
I start making my way towards the bedroom door, curious to find out who else was here with me. I pull the door open before peaking out. The halls were dead empty and a deadly silence hung in the air.
I put a strand of my hair behind my ear, before stepping out into the halls, bare feet.
I walk for a few seconds before coming face to face with the wooden staircase, leading down to the living room. I begin making my way down it, whilst clutching my shirt to my skin.
I freeze at the last step when I hear music.
I cautiously follow the sounds and end up arriving at the kitchen.
I gasp at the scene before me.
Jordan's bare back was facing me as he stood behind the sink, washing and rinsing the dishes. I observed the muscles of his back contract and relax in intrigue.
As if he could feel my intense gaze, he flipped around, catching me off-guard. His bare chest was on full display and for a split second, my eyes roam his perfect set of abs, before focusing back on his face.
"Hey" He smiles
"Hey?" I snap
"Don't hey me. Where the fuck am I?" I snap, crossing my arms
His eyes trail my body for a split second before he locks eyes with me again.
"Mexico city" He says nonchalantly, before turning back to face the dishes
