Walls Up (One Last Time #1)

Privacy Please?

Chapter Twenty Six
Privacy Please?

Question: Do you know what Mel's room looks like? Would you like a picture of it? Should I post it? Comment!

Okay. Updated. Natty 💚

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My throat is dry, my head is pounding, my body aches and worst of all. I have school today.

I groan but I can't. My throat is too dry and feels like it's on fire. I try coughing it away but it causes a shock of pain through my whole body. Especially my neck. I tilt my head to the side and check the alarm clock on the table.

Riiiinnnnggg!!

7:00am right on queue. Time to get up, but I don't want to move. I have to remove the eye-watering stench from my body, I'll do it later. You have to do it before mum wakes you up Melody, but the bed is so warm.

This is why don't drink, the hangover is a pain in the ass. I try to sigh but my vocal cords won't give in. With all my strength -- not that there's a lot -- I sit up. And just but sitting up something runs up my throat. I throw the blanket off my body and run to the toilet.

My eyes water and I feel like I'm barfing up my intensities. Won't be long until I choke up my own lungs. But that's impossible, isn't it? Your lungs can't possibly fit through your mouth. It's way too small.

I think of this whilst I remove everything in my stomach through my mouth. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and flush the toilet. I slowly stand up using the towel rack as support. I stumble to the sink, turn on the tap and try my best to remove the taste, smell, and feeling from my mouth as much as I can with the spare toothbrush.

I gargle with mouthwash and spit it out into the sink basin. I place my hands on the rim of the sink an stare at my reflection.

Bloodshot eyes, tangled bushy hair, pale face, messed up make up sneered all over my face. And that's not even the half of it. I strip of my clothes and soak them in the sink just to remove the fact that I got drunk and spilt vodka on myself not caring when my mum throws them into the washing machine and the smell of vodka suddenly arises in the air around my shirt.

I stumble into the bath. I sit in the tub and turn on the tap. I flinch at the cold water but lukewarm water starts pouring out of the tap. My body melts in the warmth and I sigh. My throat is slowly getting better but it still hurts like hell when I talk. I grab my bar of soap and rub it against every inch of my body.

I wrap a towel around my body once I drained all the water out and all the soap has been washed away from my body. I stand up using my one hand to grasp the towel around my body and the other as support. I grip the door handle as support as my legs are still numb and feel like jelly sliding it open.

I bend over and squeeze my legs, I can feel my hands on my legs. I place one hand on the door frame and one grasping my towel around my body like a sarong. I take a step, lifting my hand from the door frame but as soon as I lift up my foot my legs turns into jelly and I fall to the ground.

Strong hands catch me by the shoulders. The shock makes me drop my towel letting it fall to the ground. We fall backwards to the floor me on top of-

"What are you doing here Conrad?!" I yell grabbing my towel of the ground, but I can't because of Conrad laying on top of it.

"Why? Can't I see you?" I blush at my completely exposed body. I sit up covering my private parts as best as I can with my arms. This is so embarrassing. I blush deeper. Conrad saw me naked!

"Get. Out." I don't say anything else. I stand up and turn my back to him and the door. I hear him mumble something and the bedroom door slamming. I sigh and grab the towel of the floor and wrap it around my body, feeling totally secure, and self conscious thanks to Conrad.

I sigh and walk over to the small drawer in the corner of the room. I pull open the middle drawer and take out a underwear and bra and put them on.

I pull open the next drawer and rummage though the clothes. "Shit." I whisper. They're no jeans or long sleeved shirts. I look at the window. Dark clouds representing a down pour about to happen.

I open the last draw and throw my hands in the air in relief. A pair of black skinny jeans. I don't waste any time in slipping them on. I rummage some more and all I find are more short sleeved shirts. Sighing I pick a midnight blue tank top. Its not a thin, 1 millimetre spaghetti strapped sleeved shirt. More like 4cm sleeved shirt. But it's not long enough to keep my arms warm. Maybe my shoulders, but not my arms.

I hear shuffling outside the door, so without second guessing I grip the handle but don't turn and open the door. I stand and listen as I press my ear against the door. I hear his deep breath even through the one inch wood between us.

"Conrad?" No answer. "Conrad I know your outside this door." No answer.

I swing open the door, shocking Conrad into taking a step back. He eyes me up and down making me blush wildly and bite my lower lip, looking down. "You should wear a jacket or at least a long sleeved shirt Mel. It's cold outside you know that it's getting closer to Christmas."

Who does he think he is? My mother? Don't you think I already know that? "Don't you think I already know that? Your not my mother Conrad." I repeat my thoughts aloud. He ignores me and asks where my school bag is.

"I don't know. Probably still in my car." I reply still pissed off at him.

"Where are your keys?" I shrug and point to the direction I thew them as I walked inside the house.

"Ugh Melody couldn't you have kept it somewhere else? Like on the couch or key hook?"

I scoff, "just shut up and get out of my house Conrad. I don't know why you're here. I don't need nursing for. If I made it perfectly find getting home drunk, I think I can drive to school sober."

"Fine! Last time I help you." He throws something at me that lands at my feet. I look down and see my keys. I bend over to pick them up but when I stand up straight again he's gone.

"Conrad?" I pivot 360° and he's nowhere to be seen. I run to the door and throw it open and run down the pavement. A winter chilly breeze runs through my body and I stop and shudder, rubbing my hands up and down my arms. "Conrad?!" I yell again.

I look to my right and see Conrad walking down the pavement. I waste no time and sprint towards him. "Conrad!" He stops and turns around. I stand firm in front of him and look at his blueish green eyes. I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze him tightly in a embrace..

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act like a complete dick. Me being drunk whilst driving was stupid. But I love-"

"Melody?" I turn around, my eyes meet his blue ones.

"K-Kyle?"

-END OF CHAPTER TWENTY SIX-

What do you think about the question I asked at the beginning of the chapter?

Do you want a visual-aid of Melody's room?

- Natty :)