Tomorrow Never Knows

Chapter Eight

A/N

I'm so, so so sorry for the wait on this chapter. There's really no good reason for it, it's not particularly great or exciting, but it is longer than usual. I'll try to not take as long for update in the future. Please forgive me and please enjoy, like, vote, comment, etc! :-)

        Once I’d gotten out of the shower, I realized that the blonde girl still hadn’t come back with clothes for me to wear. Groaning, I decided to wrap myself in a towel and wait a few minutes more. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that my looks had improved somewhat since the last time I’d done so- the dirt, obviously, was gone, and my skin was brighter and less deathly looking. But my bruise wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.

        I sat on the edge of the bath, my hair dripping against my skin. I realized that I hadn’t even gotten the girl’s name, so I wouldn’t be able to call for her down the hall. Sighing heavily, I stood to slightly crack open the bathroom door, looking both ways to make sure the owners of the house were nowhere in sight. That was one scene I’d like to avoid.

        As soon as I’d made sure that the coast was clear, I slipped silently down the hallway towards the front of the house. I followed the sound of the boys’ laughter, hoping to catch the girl’s voice among them. Luckily, I did. They were all in the downstairs of the home. Gritting my teeth and bracing from the remarks that were sure to come, I made my way down the staircase.

        “Hello?” I called tentatively.

        “In here!” someone replied.

        Continuing past a few differently decorated rooms, I found them all sitting together on sofas in a lounge room. As soon as I walked into the room, John whistled, followed soon by a stern look and a whack on the arm by the girl. Another one of the boys, whose name I didn’t know, raised his eyebrows.

        “You didn’t...clothes.” I tried desperately.

        “No, you didn’t,” said one, with a crooked and good natured smile.

        “That’s alright, we don’t mind,” winked another. I cringed in embarrassment at the whole situation.

        “You said you would, y’know” I fumbled. The girl looked at me in confusion before a sudden look of realization crossed her face.

        “Oh, damn! I’m sorry Cora, just a minute, I’ll go and get you some clothes to wear,” the girl apologized, standing up immediately.

        “Please Cynthia, don’t hurry back!” one called after her as she went up the stairs.

        “Oh, shut up, Ken!” she responded in annoyance.

        I turned around from watching her go and was met by the stares of all four boys.

        “Uh, Hello.” I tried desperately to ease the awkwardness I was feeling, and to forget the fact that I was wearing nothing but a towel.

        “Hey, miss, can I borrow your towel, please miss?” John clasped his hands together and shook them in a sort of begging motion. This was met by nods and laughter from all but one.

        “Oh, save it John,” one scowled, his dark eyebrows drawing together, “Don’t you think she’s been harassed enough?” John only rolled his eyes. Another one of them came up to me and put his hand on my upper back.

        “Well, Cora -that is your name, isn’t it?” I nodded. “I’m Paul. Cora, what is it exactly that’s happened to you last night?” the look in his eyes was one of real concern, not just pure curiosity, and I felt as if I could trust him.