Chase Away The Clouds (girlxgirl)

"Stumbling Half Drunk, Getting Myself Lost, So Tell Me the Way Home"

"Tori"

Being hungover is hell.

I had no idea what happened, where I was. I didn't care. My only focus right now was to lay as still as humanly possible. Any move would cause my headache to increase and it was the last thing I wanted.

So I was laying there with nothing but a single question in my head - Should I open my eyes and face the consequences of yesterday? The truth is I was afraid. I was afraid to know how my "happy" time ended.

I was laying on a bed. Not my bed, that was certain. How could I tell? Because of the scent. It smelled heavenly, like a tulip field on a warm spring day. It was intoxicating, very feminine. I loved it.

At that point it was safe to assume that the owner of the bed was a woman. Good, I thought. At least I didn't get raped or anything. I should probably be concerned but honestly I no longer cared.

My own thoughts made me chuckle out loud. I immediately regretted that. I felt a sharp surge of pain and groaned loudly.

Eventually I was forced to move, I needed water so bad. I rolled on the bed and to my surprise there was a glass of water and some painkillers on a nightstand. I didn't think twice, I swallowed the pills and emptied the glass.

Now that I was fully awake and aware of my surroundings I looked around. I was in a nicely decorated bedroom, modern style but very cosy.

I should probably thank my guardian angel for saving me from sleeping in mud under a tree. And not raping me, obviously.

Normally I would do just that but I was super embarrassed. I wouldn't be able to look them in the eyes. They probably had to carry me at some point. Ughh, so cringe, I thought.

I got up and slowly walked up to the door. Careful not to make any sound I left the room. The amount of sunlight in the corridor was unbearable. I stepped out the door and heard someone bustling around in another room. Few more silent steps and a smell of food invaded my nose. The direction I was heading was kitchen, no doubt about it.

The source of the noise was just around the corner. Also, the main door was in my sight.

I had to make a call there. Stay or run? Do the right thing or go be a coward?

Fate decided for me.

Or rather the goddamn wooden floor did.

See, I was about to turn around and look for a way out but stepped on a wrong floor panel. And it creaked loud. Crazy loud.

"Ohh fuck..." I sigh-whispered to myself.

The noise in the kitchen ceased abruptly.

I hang my head in shame and slowly looked behind me. And I swear I almost died from a heart attack.

Standing in front of me was no one else but my new english teacher. My mouth dropped open in shock and I couldn't stop myself from checking her out. She looked so beautiful in her home attire. Shorts and a cute oversized hoodie were so much different from what I saw her wear at school, it was abstract.

But then reality hit me.

She took a little step closer and I panicked, I was trying so hard not to meet her gaze.

She took another step towards me, my heart was beating so rapidly that I was convinced she was able to hear it. I was watching her feet very carefully, when I felt her soft fingertips under my chin. She gently lifted it and forced me to look at her.

"Victoria, look at me. How do you feel? What happened? Talk to me..." I heard her speak but instead of actually listening I just stared at her moving lips. Tingling sensation in my stomach was almost painful.

She snapped her fingers startling me.

"I'm sorry" That was all I could say as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I was so stupid, so ungrateful. She let my drunk sorry ass in her home and here I was, drooling over her. I'm fucking pathetic, I thought.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek.

"Hey, don't cry baby girl. Please don't." She looked deeply into my eyes as if asking for permission. I was confused for a second but then she closed the distance between us and hugged me tight.

Dreams do come true after all.

There was that scent again, her scent. She smelled like home. That kind of proximity was a sweet torture but I felt so peaceful. Everything disappeared when she engulfed me in her warm embrace, the bad, the good, all of it. There was just her.

And when I thought she couldn't possibly squeeze me tighter she somehow did and I yelped in pain. She immediately let go of me and a feeling of emptiness replaced the warmth.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Where does it hurt? Please don't tell me you've got more bruises." She sounded so concerned, terrified almost. I reached to my nose and grunted. Oh right, Alycia, I thought.

"Come on honey, take a seat." She said and very gently took hold of my hand, it was a featherlike touch and I gasped in surprise. Suddenly I felt a tiny boost of courage and intertwined our fingers. She gave me a small smile but I could tell she was sad. She led me to the kitchen table and made me sit. I was blushing the whole time.

"I made breakfast, you need to eat.
Then you're going to tell me everything, ok? I mean it. Everything."

A small nod was all I could muster.

I can't tell you anything angel. I won't tell you anything. You don't deserve to be dealing with all this shit. I am not going to do this to you, I thought.

That's what I wanted to tell her but she'd only ask more questions. What I needed was a believable lie.