King's Orders

Chapter Four

Shit, shit, shit! You ran inside the apartment slamming the door and ran to your bedroom. Once you were inside you began to strip off the ruined dress and tossed it across the room. You hurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower to piping hot. Your reflection caught your eye. You stopped and examined your tear-streaked face. Your hair was a mess, eyes bloodshot and puffy from all the crying. You had a small bruise to the corner of your mouth no doubt from the slap. You shook your head not wanting to think about it, not wanting to remember your stupidity. You peeled off your lace bra and matching thong and stepped in the shower under the steaming hot water. You closed your eyes and allowed the drops to beat down on your head and down your body. You didn't care that you'd spent almost an hour straightening it and you were now ruining it. The hot water was working wonders on your nerves.

"Shit," you said slumping your back against the tiled wall.

You slid down to the floor, and it was there you stayed replaying the events of the night. Replaying every word, every smile, every gesture, every hidden meaning. One thing was clear to you; you should have chosen the other option. You gripped your head and sat there stewing in regret. When you came out hours had passed, it was 4am. You groaned and dropped on the bed your eyes closing automatically, sleep claimed your body.

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Buzzz, Buzzz, Buzzz, Buzzz.

You rolled over and felt the hot glare of the sun in your face. You groaned and turned away only to hear more incessant buzzing. You flopped your arm over to the bedside table and rummaged for your phone. You didn't feel it. That made you jolt your head up and sleepily look around. The buzzing continued. You groaned and got out the bed spinning around trying to remember where you threw your purse. You saw the chain strap peeking out from behind your dresser, and you approached to retrieve it. You took out your cellphone seeing you missed several messages. You also noted it was almost 10am the next day. You'd slept for an entire day, a whole twenty-four hours and then some.

"Shit."

You scrolled through your phone and saw ten messages from Toni. They ranged from asking if everything was okay to checking if you'd made it home, to panicked ones asking if you were hurt, then confused ones telling you to text her.

MSG: Toni.

Almost instantly she replied.

MSG Toni: What the shit Y/N?

MSG: What?

MSG Toni: I've been texting, I called. Then I get a call yesterday afternoon from management about Greg. What the shit Y/N!

MSG: What kind of call about him?

MSG Toni: Did you pay someone to jump him?

MSG: What? Of course not, that's dumb. Is that what he is saying?

MSG Toni: He says you had four guys ambush him in a dark alley after your dinner and he paid you, and they robbed him. That you robbed him.

Your anger rose. That son of a bitch. That lying motherfucker.

MSG: Toni, that's a lie. He tried to rape me. I told him no, several times. He pulled me into an alley and groped me. When I begged him to stop he didn't, he kept on and hit me.

MSG Toni: He did what? Shit. Y/N. Are you hurt? Are you okay?

You gritted your teeth you were not going to fall apart, life was hard, people were dealt bad cards all the time. This was no different. You'd dealt with your mother dying leaving you alone in the world you could deal with this.