Blood Moon

06 | Regrets

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- MONDAY MORNING -

MY HEAD IS pounding and my throat feels like sandpaper,  it hurts to swallow. I squint as a strong light shines through the slightly parted curtains blinding me, slowly my eyes start to adjust revealing smokey grey walls surrounding me.

In the corner of the room there's a tall wooden bookcase full of novels. I sit up in the bed that I'm laying in pulling the comforter covering my body along with me.

Isn't this Jake's room. . . ? The one that I woke up in after he kidnapped me?

What the hell am I doing in here?

I rub my temples with my fingers,
I feel nauseous and my brain is struggling to function properly.
I'm trying to remember what happened last night.

Memories pop up in my head of loud music, drinking, dancing-
The party. . .

The kiss. . .

I run my hand through my hair in frustration, why did I think kissing Jake last night was a good idea?
Do I genuinely have feelings for him or was it the alcohol messing with my brain and emotions?

What am I saying? It was hundred percent the alcohol! It has to be. . .

There's no way that I would have feelings for someone as obnoxious as Jake.

I need to stop talking to him, he's a bad influence. He will just keep upsetting me all the time, last night is a perfect example!

He'll keep trying to fool me into thinking that he cares for me, then as soon as he gets the chance he'll break me. Destroy me.

I'm pulled away from my thoughts as I hear the door knob to Jake's room rattle, that must be him.

He comes through the door and sees me sitting up on the bed, I twiddle my thumbs not knowing how to act or what to do.

"Where, um, did you sleep last night?"
I ask as his gaze meets mine.

"It's not really any of your business." He had a cold demeanour. "You passed out last night you were really drunk." He adds.

Hang on, I didn't pass out last night. . .

I thank him as he hands me a bottle of water and some aspirin. I take some of the medication with the cold water, it runs down my throat smoothly.

"What about last night?" I'm so confused. . .why isn't he bringing up the kiss?

"You passed out at the party so I brought you back here to sleep off the alcohol. I would've took you back to your room but I didn't know if you had your key with you." Am I going crazy? Did I dream about us kissing? This doesn't make any sense. . .

Wait.

"Why are you pretending that nothing happened between us last night?" I confront him tucking a curl behind my ear, I was feeling self - conscious. "I didn't pass out at the party," He raises a curious eyebrow at me as if I was making things up. "we kissed. . . And your trying to fool me into thinking that nothing happened. I might have been tipsy but I remember everything-"

"It mean't nothing." He harshly cuts in leaving me speechless, he leans against his dresser folding his arms. I don't know why, hearing those words from him hurts. There's a pain in my chest.

"What do you mean-" He cuts in again before I can finish.

"It meant nothing!" His voice raises making me flinch back. "I was fucking bored and you kissed me so I kissed you back. I would have fucked you but you were drunk, but it's whatever your weren't even that good anyway."

His words made me feel so small, anger was consuming me. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, I was humiliated.

I stomp over to him lifting my hand to smack his stupid face but he catches my wrist before I can, I struggle in his tight grip. I yank my arm back forcing him to free me. There's no emotion written on his face, no guilt nothing.

I walk over to my clothes and pull his shirt over my head leaving it to fall onto the floor, I really don't care if he sees me in just my bra and underwear. I get dressed getting ready to leave this asshole's room. Before I leave I pick up the water bottle that I drank from, walking over to him with my deadliest glare.

I don't hesitate splashing water all over his face, feeling satisfied as it drips down his shirt soaking it.

I don't even wait for his reaction, I just leave his room slamming the door behind me.

•.•.•.•.•

I slide down my door tears spilling from my eyes once I get back to my room. They say that your first kiss is meant to be memorable, special. . . not for me.

I'm humiliated, ashamed, embarrassed you name it.

He used me and made me look like a complete idiot, he made me feel like I was worth nothing. . .

I can't believe I slipped into his trap, not again.

Never. Again.

I think it's time.

Time to escape this hell. . .

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