Love, Anonymous

Chapter 9: Guilt Call

"Oh shit, what-ow, bloody hell." I groaned as I got up from the table. I glanced over to my right and checked my reflection in the translucent cabinet. "Ew, what a mess."

I removed myself from the table and groggily walked to the entrance of the house. "Oh I'm in so much trouble," I grabbed for the door knob as someone else from the outside opened it and hit my head, "Ow, god damn it."

"Oh my, I'm sorry Annie. I didn't see you there," Brad grabbed me by the arm and looked at the swelling bump on my forehead. "Does it look bad." I asked.

Bradley smiled, "Well I guess if you consider a little red bump on your forehead cute," he joked.

Hah, sure nice try Brad. I laughed, "What time is it? I need to get home." I asked. I looked at him as he let go of my arm and jogged over to the fridge, opened up the freezer and got the ice pack. "Well, it's about 8. Your brother went back here to get you but since you were really passed out, he waited until Tristan and James asked if he wanted to go grab some breakfast out," Brad explained as he rushed to me putting the ice pack on my bump.

I hissed as the cold pressure pressed against it, "Well he could have atleast placed me in the couch." I sighed loudly expressing my disappointment.

"Is there any problem between you and brother? You seem like you really hate him," Brad asked. I furrowed my eyebrows, "How could you tell?"

"Well one, your eyebrows are all angry, two you sighed as if you just got off a MMA fight." Brad said.

I laughed, "Well yeah but it's a long story, I guess it's hard to bring up the past," I looked at him as I remembered something last night and I asked if he remembered anything I did kind of stupid.

"Hmm, I remembered you dancing on the table to Nicki Minaj's song, Anaconda," he smirked laughing, I laughed as I didn't even remember. "And then you asked Red headed Jenny if she wanted to shave your "beard", and I remembered something else that was not stupid at all.." Brad looked at me.

"Really? Which was?" I looked nervously I knew it he remembers me saying I said I was Anonymous. Goodbye world, no more covers for me. Anonymous is dead.

"Well, it's best if I show you," Bradley winked as he left me confused. He looked down to my lips and up to my eyes, and he went for it. He kissed me until the door opened revealing Tristan, James, and my brother. I pulled away and backed up from Brad. As I met with Tristan's eyes, he pulled away from the stare and tried not to look at me. Oh no, what a mess. "I didn't mean for me and Brad to kiss," I wanted to say. But I just couldn't.

"Okay love birds, stop with the public display with affection, you had plenty of time to do that in the party last night. Everybody saw it," James joked.

"Hey, easy on my sister Brad, she's not a pillow." Connor joked as well. "Can you please not, Connor? I just wanna go home cause I cannot deal with this headache." I said changing the awkwardness in the atmosphere.

On the way home, Connor glanced at me while he was driving. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Oh, now you care? You know just because I let you go to the party doesn't exactly mean I forgive you." I snapped.

"I said I was sorry, didn't I? I didn't mean it. I was stupid back then." He explained as he turned to our driveway and parked.

"That doesn't exactly say that you're not going to do it again." I said as I got off the car closing the door and entering the house.

"Annalise? Where have you been all night? I thought you went to a party?" My mom snapped as I entered whcih triggered the pain to stagger more in my head.

You know my mom was never one of those laid back mothers all the time, when I or my brother goes missing, she goes over the top and just say things that don't even match the matter. Like one time, I had to go to the bathroom and I told her that and she just jumped to conclusions like as if I was doing something malicious. I snapped at her saying I needed to take a shit.

"I did mom-" She cut me and said, "We have been worried sick about you!"

She crossed her arms beginning to scold until Connor came in the picture, "It's not her fault mom, I went to the same party last night and I'm really sorry I left her there. So her good friend, Casry let her stay the night since she didn't have a ride home and it was really late."

I parted my mouth partially, shocked of what he just said. Those were lies, shameful lies. He covered up for my menacing behavior last night. "Is that so, Annalise?" Mom looked at me raising an eyebrow.

I gave Connor the kind of 'why-did-you-do-that-look-but-thanks' look and obliged to my mom. I never thought he'd still cover up for me after all the mean things I said to him last night and a while ago in the car. Now, it's turning around, giving me the guilty guts. Was this part of his plan?To gain my sympathy and my trust so that he could break me again?

After that, mom let me go to my room while she talked to Connor. As I walked slowly, I could hear all the harsh words my mom was spitting out, "I can't believe you, Connor. You came back here and you're already making a bad start-" and she continued.

It was hard to see this happening, so I rushed to my room. I showered and got into my comfortable clothes and checked my twitter and my facebook. Wow, I've never thought that in a span of a night I could gain that much of friend requests. That gave me an overflowing feeling of slight empowerment. Not to brag of course.

But as a scanned through the timeline, people were posting pictures tagging me in them and I could not believe what I was seeing. Holy shit. This could be happening.

These were pictures from last night's party and I was everywhere. I was kissing different guys, girls even. There was even a video of me dancing on the table as Brad said, and I fell. Oh my god, even pictures of me snogging with Brad. Ugh, what a bad reputation, I bet. And that just made me feel more guilty than I was before. The fact that Connor's covering for my shit, my shitty shit, it's not so nice. I should be the one being scolded at not him.