The Very Secret Affair (Discontinued)

Part 12 - The way back.

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This guy had an en-suite. A guy like him, no-one would think he would. It smelt like awful damp. The toilet had a green liquid substance over it, I presumed it was wee. I was still sick in it though. I felt terrible. It was like I had a stomach ache, belly ache, head ache, back ache and period pains all in one. I made a loud burping as I threw up in the toilet. Yes I know, how unattractive, right? But the pain I was going through was unbearable. It seemed like I was always in pain, or some kind of trouble.

I wiped my mouth and washed my face. I rummaged around his cupboards for mouth-wash. I rinsed out my mouth out quickly to get rid of the taste and smell of the vomit.

After faffing around for a while, I plucked up the courage to ask what I was doing there!

"What am I doing here?" I asked.

"You tell me." He said. I didn't even know his name. So lets presume his name was James.

"I mean, why am I here?" 

"Again, you tell me." He repeated. This guy was a fool. Does he not catch my drift?

"Did we have sex, I mean?" I asked, just coming out with it.

"Oh. That's what you mean? And yeah, I guess we did. But I can't remember much." James replied.

"Did we or didn't we?"

"I don't know. Maybe, maybe not."

"But if we didn't I wouldn't even be here. Oh, I hate not being able to remember anything!" I said, annoyed. I gritted my teeth. What had I gotten myself into? I then remembered all about Mum and Oliver and the situation I was in. My life just seemed to get worse. Whenever I took a step forward, I always took two steps backwards.

"Well me too. And if we were pissed then we wouldn't really put a glove on it, would we? Would we? No we wouldn't. Did I even have one on me? Oh my goodness, I only spiked your drink for a laugh. I didn't mean for it to get serious."

"You what?!" I screamed.

"You didn't?...You didn't know?" He questioned.

"Well, you fool, I do now." He sighed.

"Ahh, I should of kept my mouth shut." He said.

"You should have not spiked my drink in the first place! What's wrong with you? I don't even know you!" I exclaimed.

"Oh calm down, bitch. It was a laugh and you know it." I was shocked. How dare he talk to me like that? I didn't even know him!

"I have a boyfriend you know. He won't be too happy about this. And you know I'm 15 right, you could get done for this." He closed his mouth. His face dropped.

"What?!" 

"You heard right." He wiped his face, realizing what had just happened. He scrunched his face up in frustration. He clawed his forehead awfully hard, leaving scratch marks on his head. He sucked lots of breath in, and released about an hour later.

"You told me you was 18." He tried.

"No, don't even try and lie. I might have been pissed, which is partly your fault, but I know I didn't tell you I was 18."

He shouted a quiet shout.

"How old's your boyfriend? He's only going to be like, what, 14?" He asked, hopefully.

"He's 19." I said. His shout got slightly louder.

"Get out of my house!" He shouted.

"Psht." 

"Get out!" He yelled, thinking he was some scary big man. He really wasn't.

"Or what? You going to drag me out? Haha. You try. I'll call the police now!" He looked at me.

"You wouldn't?" He asked, in a question/statement way. I knew I would and he knew I would. I searched around for my coat and hoped I hadn't lost my phone, otherwise I would look so stupid. I rummaged around under the bed, stretching my arm out and feeling around. I found a coat, but the question was, was it my coat? And did it have my phone in it? It was my coat! I felt my way through my pocket. My phone was in there!

"Watch me."

I dialled "999" on my phone. The battery was low and it kept vibrating and playing a song to keep me alarmed of that. To be honest, I didn't understand why it did this,as it's just wasting more battery.

Anyway, a woman answered.

"Emergency helpline. Who are you in need of?" She said.

"Police please." I replied as James watched spitefully...