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Chapter 4: Rain

Chapter 4: Rain

I stayed up nearly all night, laughing at the show with Louis. It’s amazing how in to it he is. The only person I’ve ever seen get that in to it was my sister…, but I don’t think about her anymore. It’s just nice to have a laugh with somebody. I’m just particularly glad that it’s this somebody. I haven’t had this good of a time in a long while.

Strangely enough, I wouldn’t trade tonight for any other night.

This can be the eleven out of my top ten because I can’t change my favorite nights with Blake. I sure wish I could though because this would be a good top five.

Before I can even comprehend it, my body becomes heavier and my eyelids are harder to keep open. The only thing my mind recognizes is the sound of Peter’s voice yelling a Meg. I cuddle in to the wall of the couch, feeling content.

My body relaxes more when I feel my blanket being wrapped around me as if I’m being tucked in. I move my head a little bit, barely squinting through my eyes to notice Louis above me. My heart begins to race a bit, scared of what he might do to me. I just wait for the inevitable, keeping my eyes closed. What I didn’t expect for him to do though, was walk away.

From across the room, I hear him mutter, “good night Jayden. Sleep well.” Surprise has taken over me, relief spreading throughout my body as I relax again. Is this what peace feels like? I don’t know and at this moment I don’t care because I can finally have a night’s sleep without worrying.

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Upon waking up, I realize that I don’t know where the bathroom is. The sound of the news is filling my ears, but it’s not casing my overwhelming desire to use the restroom. Slowly, I climb off of the couch, sunlight peering through his tiny place. I pad around, opening doors until I find one that has a toilet.

Once I’m done with my business, I flush the toilet and go to wash my hands, gasping at the way that I look. Oh dear god. My hair is ratted, make-up smudged down my face. The bruises on my face are more visible than they were last night. My clothes are barely covering my body. Through it all though, despite how miserable I am, my face wears a smile.

What is wrong with me? Have I gone insane? I need make-up and make-up cleaner now. Out of pure stupidity, I look through the drawers in the bathroom, looking for anything that could help me. I’m nearly in tears by the time that I find some concealment. It’s way too many shades lighter than my skin tone, but I’m so pale lately that I could pull it off. Slowly, I dab some drops on my face and rub them in, hiding the bruises and cleaning up the remnants of last night’s make-up.

Once I’m done, I pull my hair up in to a pony-tail and leave the restroom, heading back to the couch. I sit down again, sliding my shoes back on. Surely he’s going to want me gone when he wakes up or at least want to take me home.

As if my thoughts are being answered, Louis stirs in his sleep on the chair next to me. I watch as he sits up, rubbing his eyes and making sure to hide is lower region. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a guy wake up with this problem. It’s strange.

“Good morning,” his raspy voice says, catching me off guard as he stretches. Soon enough, he’s looking at me.

“Morning,” I smile at him, waiting for the signs that I should leave.

“I’m just going to use the toilet and then we’ll have breakfast, yeah?” he asks me and I nod, a genuine smile on my face. Slowly, he gets up and rushes to the rest room so he could do his business. I’m almost tempted to make my escape now, but Louis seems like such a nice guy. I don’t think I could do that to him.