Sweet Beginnings (Damien Haas)

Chapter Ten:

The pounding started almost as soon as I woke up, before I was even able to open my eyes. Groaning softly as I rolled onto my back. Rubbing my temple softly, which did nothing to cure the throbbing. A sudden wave of nausea hit me causing me to bolt upright and jump off the bed. Barely making it in time to bend over the toilet before whatever was left in my stomach came back the way it came in. After a few minutes of what felt like I was trying to empty my stomach into the bowl I sat back, my back against the cool tile of the tub with my knees pulled to my chest as my head rested on top of my knees. 

"I'm never drinking again." I grumbled under my breath knowing full well that was a lie. 

Once the world stopped spinning and the throbbing in my head lessened, I stood up and brushed my teeth as best as I could once I flushed the toilet. Once I finished scrubbing the taste of vomit from my mouth I pulled my hair out of the braid from yesterday. Shaking my hair out as I walked down the hallway, my eyes still struggling to stay open. Glancing into the living room when I walked past the arch way. A small frown came over my lips when I noticed a bunched up blanket and pillow. Maybe I left them there the night before and I forgot? Making my way into the kitchen, once more finding something out of place. This time it was a coffee cup placed next to the sink. Normally I was good about putting those away. Glancing into it and noticing it was dirty I placed it into the sink. Maybe I was more drunk last night than I remembered. 

Stepping in front of the fridge and pulling it open, my face twisted into a grimace at just the sight of food. I can try that again later. Letting the door shut and moving towards the cupboards. Maybe something there would be edible, or at least tea could help. 

There was a sound at the front door, like someone was unlocking the door. Quickly glancing around the kitchen, trying to find something to defend myself with. I was the only one with a key to my place. With my parents and brother on the other side of the country I couldn't think of who else would be trying to come in. 

Grabbing the first thing to jump out at me, which turned out to be a wooden spoon. A small look of disgust crossed my face. Shaking my head and taking a small step forward, my back against the counter as I slid along it. Raising the spoon over my head as I stopped right outside the doorway. 

A figure rounded the corner. Taking a quick step forward and starting to bring down the wooden spoon in my hand, a yell coming from me. Freezing up right when the spoon was about to slam into the man's head, my eyes widen. Damien's eyes widen as he took a quick step back. Almost dropping the drink tray he was holding in the process. Leaning back heavily against the fridge as I sucked in a deep breath. The spoon fell from my hands and clattered against the floor. One hand move to my forehead while the other fell to my side. Taking a shaky breath as I looked over to Damien. His expression had shifted from shock to amusement. Taking a step around me and setting the tray down on the counter top before turning to face me. 

"Of all things to grab in a kitchen to fight off a possible intruder... You pick a wooden spoon?" He asked with a chuckle. Leaning down to grab the spoon off the floor before he tossed it into the sink and leaned against the counter, his arms crossing over his chest. 

"Don't. I'm hungover and I had no clue who would even have a key to my place." I mumbled, throwing him a small glare before my face relaxed. "Wait... Speaking of key to my place. How did you get in?"

"Uh... Well..." He stumbled over his words as his cheeks reddened. "I took your keys from you last night remember? Then when Shayne dropped you off, i let you in. He gave me a lift to my place. Then I drove back and slept on the couch to make sure you didn't end up choking or something in your sleep."

I pouted slightly when I heard him say that. Not sure how I managed to luck out with having a... I actually wasn't all to sure what he was to be honest. Taking a step towards him and wrapping my arms around his waist. His arms moved around my own body as he pulled me closer to him. My head rested on his shoulder as my eyes closed. Trying to block out the throbbing in my head which started to come back slowly after the hit of adrenalin from thinking someone was trying to break in.