When love gets you higher than any form of drug, how do you escape?
After moving from England to America with her parents, Fae Jackson was determined to do well in college. She prided herself in her knowledge of psychology, especially when it came t...
Sunlight peered through the gap in my curtains, illuminating the room. I didn't hear Maddox leave in the night so I must've fallen asleep pretty quickly.
There was no way I was going into University today, my head was throbbing. I needed a day to recover from last nights events. My lip was sore and my head had grown a small bump on its side.
I groaned as I turned over, the pressure on my head was agonising. A packet of aspirin lay beside a glass of water on my bedside table. Maddox must have put them there before he left. I grabbed two tablets, popping them into my mouth before taking a swig of water.
The pain was growing the more I moved, it was a combination of an awful hangover and the pain of the swelling. Burying my face in my pillow, I distracted myself with the thoughts of last night with Maddox. Tracing his tattoos with my finger, his thumb running circles on my cheek. I felt relaxed with him, no nerves, no worry, just peace. It was a feeling I could get used to.
As the aspirin began to kick in, I hauled myself out of bed to take a shower. Lying in bed all day will just make me feel worse so I may as well keep myself distracted.
I submerged myself into the flow of hot water, washing away the dried blood from my lip and last night's makeup. My tears were hidden by the water rushing down my face.
Everything was so much easier back in England, I would never go to parties or fall for boys covered in tattoos. I rarely cry but last night physically and mentally exhausted me.
I carefully dried my hair, avoiding the purple bruising that was just visible through my curls. The cut on my lip was small but still rather swollen. I slipped into a pair of joggers and an oversized sweatshirt, tying my hair back into a low ponytail as I pushed my feet into my slipper boots.
Carly had already left for her classes by the time I made it downstairs. I heard her come home early hours of the morning so I'm not sure how she managed to even get out of bed.
A small piece of paper lay on the kitchen counter along with a bar of chocolate.
I didn't want to wake you after the night you had. There's a pizza in the freezer, help yourself to anything else. I thought the chocolate might help too :)
My heart warmed at the gesture as I unwrapped the bar of chocolate, breaking off a small square and letting it melt on my tongue. The sudden rush of sugar surged straight to my head, giving me a sudden boost of some form of adrenaline.
