Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Twenty Five

I have a nightmare. A nightmare so vivid that I confuse it with reality. In my dream, I am in my room, sleeping in Abel's arm when I wake up and see Tyrone in front of me with a knife in his hand. I wake up, franctically searching the room before realising I have been watching way too many horror shows.

In the darkness, I search for Abel's tee shirt. Pulling it over my head I make my way to the kitchen. The rest of the house is dark as well, the only illumination coming from the kitchen corridor. Strange, I switch off the whole house lights before going to bed. Maybe I was in a hurry and forgot. I shrug and make my way inside.

I open the fridge and pour a glass of orange juice to quench my thirst. Just as I am about turn, I hear a thud. I freeze on the spot, too scared to even blink. For a few seconds it's completely silent. Then a thud again, this time sounding near. Slowly, gathering all my courage, I turn.

The kitchen is empty, just me in here. I take a deep breath, blaming this all on my nightmare. But I hear it again. I quickly grab a big knife from the holder and hold it in front of me. I am good at defence, and offence. But if it's some intruder, like I think, it won't work.

Slowly, I proceed to where the sound is coming from. There is definitely someone in the living room or the corrider. I quietly peek and find it empty too. My heart is beating like a drum, adrenaline peaking.

A whoosh behind me makes me jump and almost drop the knife. I walk to the window and see it's fully open. Then behind me, I feel someone. I am too frightened to turn, I can't even breath. I let out a small scream when I turn, only to see Abel there.

He stands there, sleepy eyes and topless. When he takes in the scene in front of him, the sleep vanishes from his eyes.

"What the f-" He starts to say but I cut him off.

"I thought an intruder was in here." I say to explain the knife in my hand.

After checking all three bedrooms and a guest room and all the bathrooms, Abel is sure there is no one here. All the windows are locked except for the kitchen one. Maybe I forgot to lock it. He says it might have been a cat that came in and made all the noise.

We walk back to bedroom, Abel relieved but me far from that. The nightmare have shaken me and I don't think I will be able to sleep after the false intrusion.

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The day passes in a blur at work. As I have asked my co worker to cover my shift before, today I am covering for her. My head hurts because lack of sleep and my mind wanders back to the nught before. It was not a cat, that I am certain about. A customer calls me for their order, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Hi, what can I get you?"

"Hello. How are you?" The guy who called asks me.

"I-um.. I'm good, thanks. What will you like to drink?" I reply, a little hesitant.

He orders whiskey. I take the glass from the counter behind me and place it in front of him. Pouring whiskey in the glass then adding ice.

"Here you go." I push it towards him and move to attend other people.

"So how are things?" He suddenly asks me. First, I don't reply, thinking he might be talking to someone else but when I see him looking at me, I realise he asked me.

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask.

"You know, after the Bella drama. How are you holding up?" That makes me choke on my spit. How does this guy know Bella. More importantly, how he knows what happened at the party?

"How do you know about that?" I ask, shocked.

He furrow his brows in disappointment. "You don't remember me?" When I shake my head no, he explains further.

"We met at the party. You bumped me in the kitchen." He explains and that's when I remember. That weird guy at Nav's party.

"Oh, yes. Now I remember." I smile at him. In the yellow lighting, I see he have blond hair. They shine and fall like a halo around his head. His eyes are golden and overall, he looks like a model at some photoshoot. He might be too, its not new for novice models to befriend the XO guys. They know where they will get most fame.

A woman calls me to order so I leave him. I pour the drink she ordered and hand it to her when I remember I didn't asked the weird guy name. I turn to him, ready with my question, when I see he have already left. Dollar bills are the only thing left of him. I pick them and put them in the cash register.

"Hey, what happened? Tabitha sees my confused expression. I shake my head at her, shaking off the weird vibes I got from that guy. What is his story?