Intertwined Hearts

The Aftermath

I awaken on a scruffy, carpeted floor.
My eyes stung and everything was a gigantic blur.
I blink a few times and come to the conclusion
I'm still in Axl's room.

I looked over at the bed and he wasn't there.
I wondered where he had gone off to.
Was he still in the hotel building?

I'm freezing my ass off, in the dark.
I try to move myself up onto the chair in the corner...
Every muscle in my body feels ripped.
It was no doubt that I had not only felt violated and abused, but was.
All I can remember was my painful, shallow tears and the grumble of his voice.
He took the hits and I was done for.

I wiped my blood caked nose, putting together the pieces of what happened the night.
My eyes feel puffy and sore.
My stomach still hurts.

I regret messing with him.
But it wasn't my fault!
Was else is there for a girl to do when she's about to get seduced?
But...I didn't really know him.
But even I know that flirting and seducing are two different things.
I guess spending a night with Axl sounded better in my head.

I felt as if I had my heart had gone through a garbage disposal
Call me...over dramatic if you will but it's a fact
I feared where he was at that very moment.
Where had he gone?
Did he leave?
In had come to the point that I really couldn't do anything without pain.
The only thing I could do was cry. Right there. To myself.

Then suddenly the sound of the metal knob twisting made my heart thump and my stomach drop.
Who was it?