enemies flames - lrh

eleven.

I barely slept.

Most of my night consisted of checking on Lennon and waiting for her to wake up to see if she was okay. I felt so sick to my stomach and I didn't want to go to sleep. I only worried about the girl beside me.

I kept looking over at her, making sure she was okay even though I knew nothing could come in and harm her. After all, I feel completely responsible for what happened last night and I'd be damned if I let something happen again in this house.

She remains asleep, cuddling the blanket close to her as she breathes at a normal rhythm signaling to me the drug has probably worn off by now. She looks at peace regardless of the fact that she had spent most of the night shivering in her sleep. I could tell it wasn't from the temperature of the room but moreso, from the effects of the drug.

I couldn't help but just stare at her, allowing my guilt to course through me. I watched her innocent face that was taken advantage of last night when she probably just assumed she was making friends. Those filthy fucks who wanted to take advantage of her and have their way. I'm fucking terrified of what would've happened if I didn't step in.

Her lips remain slightly parted as her eyes are softly shut. She looks relaxed, and that's honestly all I could ask for.

I don't know what I was thinking allowing her to come to this party. Not only that, but I left her to fend for herself. Of course, as a result, she had to pay the consequences of my actions, and due to this, the night could've been a bigger nightmare than it already was.

I sit up in my bed, running a hand through my hair as I grip the bottom of shirt that remains on my body from last night. I toss it on the ground and rub my chin trying to calm myself down. I should really change from these clothes. All they do is remind me of the shit show that was last night.

 Just as I move the slightest, I hear the softest moan coming from Lennon, immediately grabbing my attention. I look to her to see her squeezing her eyes shut as she moans once again, tugging the blankets closer to her.

I don't know what to say. Is she waking up? Is she dreaming?

"My head," she barely croaks out as she squeezes her eyes shut even more.

"Lennon," I try, attempting to get her attention.

This seems to stun her as she flutters her eyes open and makes eye contact with me quickly. She holds my gaze before looking at my room and clearly trying to piece together where she is. I don't blame her for being alarmed as panic courses through her expression and she attempts to sit up. 

"Where-"

"You're in my room," is all I say as I get up from my bed, going towards my dresser in order to change. I don't know if I can look her in the eye right now. I have too much guilt and I fear I'll show it all. "You crashed here last night."

She looks down at my bed, and then at my walls and says, "I-I'm s-sorry, I had no-"

"Don't be," is all I say as I go into my closet in an attempt to distract myself. "I put you in here."

 I decide to leave out the details of last night for now. She just woke up and I don't think it's the best idea to throw on her the fact that someone slipped something in her drink. I think it's best to try to piece together her night and see what she remembers.

"I'm sorry, did I get really drunk?" she asks softly, clearly ashamed of the idea as she bites her lip.

I don't respond, not knowing what to say. In reality, I have no idea how much she actually drank. For all I know, she could've barely had one drink.