Numb ✔️

8: Overprotective

I awoke the next morning, in an unfamiliar bed, wearing only a gold necklace, laying next to guy, somehow wearing less.

I could hear loud banging from downstairs. Something shattered followed by angry yelling. But there was only one voice. Someone was yelling to themselves.

I felt Kent's body shift next to me.

His thick eyelashes fluttered and he opened his beautiful eyes.

A groan escaped his lips, and he rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

He used the arm that was wrapped around my torso, to pull me closer to him.

Shoving his head in the crook of my neck he mumbled. "Good morning."

"Morning." I replied, playing with his curly hair. "Whats that noise?"

He groaned again, and it tickled the skin on my neck, causing me to shiver.

"Just my mom. She'll probably be passed out on the couch soon." He replied, shifting his position so out faces were inches apart.

"Don't worry about her." He smiled, pecking a kiss on my nose.

I smiled at him.

Kent might not act like it at school, but he's a sweetheart.

My phone vibrated in my jean pocket, that sat in the floor across the room.

"You gonna get that." Me mumbled against neck.

"No," I replied, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "I'm not gonna move. I like it here."

He groaned as I kept playing with his hair.

We laid in comfortable silence for a few more moments.

But then footsteps could be heard stumbling up the stairs.

Loud knocks were on the door. Followed by yelling.

"Kent!"

"What?!" He yelled back obviously annoyed.

"I need your help!" Her speech was slightly slurred.

"With what?!" He was getting a little pissed off now.

"I broke a glass, can you help me clean it up?" She whined.

"Why can't you do it yourself?" He sighed, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Just help me would you?" His mother pleaded.

He rolled his eyes and got out of bed, quickly dressing himself.

I proceeded to get dressed too, following Kent out his door.

I came face to face with his mother, who he looked almost exactly like. Except her hair was jet black and straight.

She was dressed in a tight, black, club dress, that barley reached her mid thigh. Her eyeliner was a little smeared, but other than that her makeup looked amazing.

"Mom this is Ashlyn, Ashlyn this is my mom." Kent said, smiling a little bit.

"Hey, nice to meet." I smiled shaking her hand.

She returned the smile, genuinely. It felt nice that she was being a little welcoming.

She then led the way down the stairs and to the kitchen where the glass was scattered across the tile floor.

Kent heaved a heavy sigh, examining the mess.

He reached over for the broom hanging on the wall, sweeping everything up.