Drowning In Lies

6- Clouded Thoughts

B R I A N N A

I woke up with a huge headache. Sitting in bed, I looked around. It took me a few moments to figure out where I was. Blurs of last night flashed through my mind. I... I had sex with Killian!

Lifting myself from bed, I noticed I was wearing a huge t-shirt and sweatpants that were way too big for me, holding themselves to my waist by the strings at the front. Must be Killian's.

Leaving the room, I looked around for him. He was in the kitchen. Shirtless. His back to me. He had cooked us breakfast. How considerate of him!

"Good Morning." I said, startling him. He turned around and moved towards me.

"Good Morning, babe!" He greeted. Wow. Wait. What? Bab-

My trail of thoughts were interrupted by him sealing his lips to mine.

Pushing his chest away, I quickly put some distance between us. "What the fuck?!" I asked loudly.

"What? What's wrong?" He caressed my face.

"Killian, look. Last night was amazing. I haven't had good sex in a long time." I started and he smiled. "But it was just a one-time thing. I don't want a relationship with you. I thought it was clear!" It was true. As much as it hurt me, I still liked Benjamin, and a little piece of my broken heart still belonged to him. But I thought that Killian and I were on the same page. I thought it was just casual sex. At least to me, it was...

His smile disappeared and a cold look appeared on his face. Does he have feelings for me? He came closer. I could feel the anger. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Clearly, we weren't on the same page.

"What?! No!" I panicked. "Look, I'm sorry if my intentions weren't clear."

"Yeah! They weren't!" He said, approaching me more and more. I backed away from him until my back hit a wall. His face went to my neck. "But you can always give us a shot." He added, kissing it, while his hands went to my waist, possessively.

Alright, that's enough.

I pushed at his chest once more. "No! Killian, that is not happening! I don't want to be with you in that way!"

Something in his demeanor changed. He was quiet for a few seconds, his fists curled and his face red with anger. Just when I thought he was about to calm down, a fist made its way to the side of my head, hitting the wall, making a hole. His raging fit went on to the table he had set for us, throwing everything on the table to the ground.

Feeling the panic spreading through my entire body, I quickly ran to his apartment door, grabbing my purse that was on the hanger next to it. Closing the door with a bang, I immediately called for the elevator, which came quickly. As the doors closed, I heard my name being called by Killian and I winced.

Taking my phone out of my purse, it didn't turn on, the battery was dead. That's when I felt the panic attack starting to increase. My legs felt weak and tears fell from my eyes with full force. My lungs felt like they didn't work anymore and I found myself overwhelmed with bad feelings.

My survival instincts kicked in and I ran to the corner of the street where there was a phone booth, which I knew since I frequently went to an ice cream shop nearby. Flashes from my past crossed my mind repeatedly. Not this again. Please, not this again! At that moment I didn't care that was barefoot. All I wanted was to get to the phone booth in the corner of the damn street.

Reaching there I quickly entered and locked the door.

I want Caleb. The thought repeated in my head.