Lethal Obsession

Perplexed

**Monday**

I am unsure of what happened last night and these blackouts are messing with my mind. I remember going to Rage and everything that happened prior to. I know Chris and Paisley showed up and remember conversing with Chris but after that...nothing. What the fuck is going on with me?! Am I really drinking more than I can handle?

I realize I am in Nate's bed again on this early Monday morning. I need to get my head straight before work tomorrow. I look down at my body and see the black lingerie I had purchased yesterday. 

Nate rolls over to spoon me. "How did you sleep, beautiful?"

I don't even know how to ask what happened because it makes me feel like a total idiot that I can't remember. "I slept okay, I think. I don't remember what in the hell happened last night Nate. Did we...?"

He places his chin on my shoulder and squeezes me tighter with his arms. "No babe, you were wasted. You got in your lacey number but then you passed out."

A relief comes over me. "Okay good. I just don't remember anything and wanted to make sure I was okay. I don't know why I keep blacking out!"

He rolls me over toward him and looks into my sea blue eyes. "Halston, I will never let anything happen to you. Shit happens! You got drunk, so what! Now you have to make it up to me since you weren't able to preform last night."

I have so much to do at home before work. I really just need to go.  "Nate..."

He can see my mind is elsewhere. "Scratch that. I'm gonna go pick up some breakfast for us. Sit tight."

"Okay. I really need to get going after though."

He cups his hands around mine and looks at me affectionately. "Why don't you just stay here, babe. You don't need to go back to your house. Stay."

I feel like I need to tell him what's bothering me even though I fear his reaction. I have to after his last comment. "Nate, don't you think we're moving too fast?! Like full throttle?! I'm sorry to say that but I can't.  Please don't be angry."

Nate looks at me almost devastated by my announcement.  I think he expected a different response. I'm sure many women would jump at the proposition but I'm not like that. At times, I enjoy my independence where I can do what I want, when I want.

He sneers, "fine! Lets do it your way! I am going to go get breakfast and you better still be here."

"I will be, I promise." I don't really have a choice since I don't have my Jeep here to drive home.

He hops out of bed, puts on black joggers, white tee shirt and his Vans. He heads out of the bedroom without another word. I watch Nate out of the bedroom window as he walks toward his car. I immediately try looking for my phone and I can't find it anywhere! I look in my purse, on the bed, in the kitchen and bar area. Eventually I grab the house phone and call my cell number. I hear ringing in the pocket of Nate's pants he wore last night and sure enough, there it is. Why in the hell does he have my phone? I remember Kale texting me last night and when I open my received messages, it's wiped clean! Maybe I dropped it and he picked it up for me? Doubtful as fuck! Did Nate go through my phone? Is he trying to keep tabs on me?

Since I am alone in his house, I might as well keep investigating into what else he has that I should know about! I see a lot of clothes, shoes and some books but most drawers are pretty empty other than remotes and tablets. I guess that's pretty normal since he just moved here. I go into his bathroom to look in his medicine cabinet. I probably look like a nosey bitch right now but I have reasons to do so at this point! You don't really know someone until you check their medicine cabinet, right?! When I open the cupboard I find a plethora of medications: Abilify, Trazodone, Oxycodone, Prozac, anabolic steroids, and some strange liquid in a little clear bottle that is unmarked. Why does he need all of these medications? I take a picture of it all with my phone, just in case. I hurry and shut the cabinet and get in his shower so I can freshen up, eat and go home.