Secrets Kill

So Many Questions

I heard birds chirping in the background and then it got interrupted by a voice shouting from the other room. 

"How the fuck did we let that happen?" I heard the rough voice again.

"Please Angelo you are going to wake her up," another voice said, in a hushed whisper. 

"I don't fucking care" he yelled again.

I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. 'Am I dead?' I wondered to myself. After a few minutes, I tried again. This time I succeeded in opening them but that was a big mistake. The bright light was really a sight for sore eyes and my head was pounding so much I almost screamed.  'Did I really drink that much last night?'. I sat up and took in my surroundings holding my head in my hands. I looked around the room and saw white walls, two doors situated on either side of the room. In the middle of the two doors was a television high on the wall. I felt the silk black sheets, that covered my body and looked down. 'I don't remember coming to this place'. Then I saw what I had on, Oh my God and I defiantly don't remember undressing, at least not in a men's shirt. 'Where the hell am I?'.

I thought again about last night and my eyes grew wide as I remembered what happened.  I recall going to the club with Sam, the guy Scott she met up with. I still had to ask how they met. Drinking and celebrating, then the woman in the alley that got shot. I was almost dead if it wasn't for... then I remembered the icy blue eyes staring at me when I blacked out. 'Oh shit, oh shit' I thought. I had to go home, Sam must be worried sick, she doesn't know where I am.  I hastily stood up but had forgotten that my head hurt like hell.

My feet hit the plush fluffy white carpet on the floor and I grabbed the bed to steady myself when I felt dizzy all of a sudden. The shirt was a bit short but it covered the important parts which I was glad. I really had to get out of this place and out of this shirt, but I first had to know where I was and then get my dress. So I walked over to the one door and opened it to where I last heard the voices coming from. I look down the hallway and back to the opening door in the front and to my luck, there was nobody in sight. 

"The girl is a menace, she fucked up the whole thing" I froze on the spot when I heard a voice speaking. It sounded so cold and so distant. I had to get this over and done with. I made my way to where the voice came from.  I rounded a corner and to my surprise I was met with four men, staring at me with wide eyes, interrupting the conversation they were currently having.

I didn't know what to do so I stood awkwardly, looking at them, trying to pull the shirt more down as I was feeling exposed to the male creatures in the room. 'Gosh, couldn't this get any more embarrassing'. I looked at the one guy with his hand mid-way paused in the middle of him and the other guy, wait a second I remembered him he helped me get up, I could see him clearly now. He was actually handsome he looked to be a little more than my age his blonde hair was still messed up he had high cheekbones and his eyes; they were looking at me with adoration and softness. Wait did I just interrupt something. 

"Sorry sweetheart did we wake you?" He asked coming closer to me but I took a step back. What was going on here? 

"Don't worry we won't hurt you. How are you feeling?" he asked with his hands up. This guy was actually really sweet but he acted like I was a seven-year-old. 

"Um... I'm okay I guess" I stammered. What I never stammer, this was a first. What do you expect when you woke up, in a strange place, with your skull feeling like it had been cracked open with a rock. Who knows how you got there and four men are staring at you as if they want to kill you. 'Way to go Scar' I mentally slapped myself. 'Okay keep it together they are just men and won't do anything to you. Oh my who am I kidding?'