Welcome to the Dangerous Side

Dinner with Anne

Chapter 4- Dinner with Anne

*BEEP BEEP* *BEEP BEEP*

I jolted awake, as if I was having a nightmare, but I wasn't. I was just cold, I soon realized that I was left all alone, no shower water running, the house was completely silent, if a pin were to drop, you'd hear it. So I do what I would do any other morning, throwing my hair into a ponytail, putting on lulus, a tank top, a nike running jacket and some nike running shoes. Oh and you cant forget the deodorant, cuz you cant smell like sweat and be a female, or at least that's what everyone here thinks, they have a pretty strict mind set on what things should and shouldn't be. I head downstairs, making myself a smoothie, making a protein shake for Morgan cuz god knows where he is.

"Can you keep it down in there!?" I hear what sounds like Morg from the dining room floor.

"You my dude, we were supposed to be up 30 minutes ago. I'm making a protein shake." I smirked walking to see what he was doing.

Before I get there he stops me, "please, don't." I roll my eyes.

I continue to walk over to him, he smells of alcohol, and has bruises up and down him, he was clearly too sore to put a shirt back on, "you poor thing," i reach a hand down to help him up.

He grabs it, he helps by trying to pull himself, but I do most of the work, I set him on the chair, replacing his protein shake with my smoothie, I get "What the actual hell?!" in response.

"That has antibiotics, and really good things for you, plus I still have to train." I smile, walking into the kitchen, grabbing the stitching kit, and cold wet washcloth.

I hear a slurping noise from the dining room, "Damn this is good.." he mumbles as I walk back in.

"Well, hopefully you stay like that, very intrigued with the smoothie I made." I smile and he looks up.

"There is no way in hell I'm letting you stitch me up." he seems hella worried, chuckling off to the side.

"Dude, I used to stitch up my dad when he got into fights, my mom when dad would cut her. And myself... And do you see any scars?" He looks me up and down and shakes his head, but he still seems worried but not about me stitching him up. I hop up on the table in front of the chair he is in, I sit criss cross applesauce.

"Why did you have to stitch yourself up?" he asks as i dab the cut on his eyebrow hoping that it would somewhat numb him. Ignoring the question because I don't feel like explaining my life before I was given up. "Tell me."

"No.. not right now, now stay still. I'm about to start, you move you'll have a nasty scar." he hushes up, and closes his eyes. I stitch it up and put a small piece of cotton pad on it, to help him from taking them out before they need to come out.

I hop off the table, "You don't have to train today." he stumbles into the kitchen, grabbing two wine glasses and some red wine, stumbling back into the living room. "We are having a selfcare day." pouring us both a glass, and handing me one.

"Y-you want me to skip training for drinking?! Geez we gotta get you like this more often." I giggle and I hold the stem, "you realize this will be my first time having alcohol like this?"

"No, just drink." he sips, stands up and helps me off the table, wow he is sooo much nicer when he's not sober.

"Now what?" I sip and choke a little because you know that I have pretty much had little to none alcohol.

"Facemask, bubble baths, chocolate, movies. Oh and sorry for falling asleep in the middle of the movie last night, usually I'm one to stay up really late." he takes another sip, "oh and my sister is coming up tonight." I smile taking another sip, it doesn't burn as much.