One Big Family

Paul

Dear Paul,

It's been a while since we've seen each other....

I honestly don't know what to say to you but I'm sorry, and I miss you, and I love you. I'm trying Paul, I really am, and I am getting better. I don't know how to prove it to you. I regret what I did but, please have mercy. I was terrified, and so young, I didn't know what to do. Please say something to me Pauly... Anything.

This is that last letter I'll send you... It's up to you to contact me now. I won't bother you anymore.

Bye, Paul. I miss you...

Love, Lady Xx

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Paul awoke blinded by the light of the sun. His head ached and his spit tasted like venom. Paul sat up feeling light headed by the sudden movement. Looking around the room he noticed it wasn't his own but, his belonging such as shirt, pants, underwear where laying over the floor. Along with some feminine clothing items. Paul looked next to him to see a sleeping woman. Seeing her face made Paul remember flashes of scenes of what happened last night. Her name was, was... Paul couldn't remember.

He searched the floor, picking up his underwear and pants, sliding them on one leg at a time.

"Good morning" the girl awoken and outstretched her arms.

"Good morning" Paul replied standing up, trying to find his shoes.

"I've never really done this before" the girl admitted "last night was great wasn't it?" She asked only getting a nod from Paul, even though he couldn't remember. Collecting everything that was his, he didn't know what to say to this woman.

"Hey" the girl sat up putting on a pair of knickers and slid on a nighty. "Do you want a coffee or anything?" She asked Paul. She, didn't know what to do in this situation. It wasn't like her to have a one night stand... It was a different story for Paul but, usually he sneaks out being the girl wakes up.

"Yeah that would be great" Paul smiled being led out by the unnamed girl downstairs to the kitchen. Walking passed many, many people sleeping on the floor. The house was a mess; clothes and underwear scattered everywhere, empty cans and bottles, and everything was sticky and smelt of a mixture of sweet vodka and beer.

"Black?" The unnamed woman ask the man, distracting Paul from the mess that was her house.

"Yes, please" he replied sitting on a bar stool. He lived to regret his decision on the count of how sticky the stool was. Standing up again, Paul watched the woman pour a mug of steaming black coffee.

"Thank you" Paul took the warm mug from the woman who was now looking in the merely empty fridge. Cringing and the realisation that someone threw up in her fridge. The girl closed the door quickly and sighed. Paul seeing the disgusting mess, gaged on his coffee.

"What the hell happened last night?" He asked in disgust, finally letting the curiosity take over.

"Well..." The girl started, taking a sip from her own coffee.

"I met you at a club and my housemate was hosting a party and you insisted in and I quote "ditch this joint, and go have some fun" and now we are here" she smiled.

"God" Paul smiled and nodded along to the woman's recount. Paul looked at the woman in front of him, trying to remember her name. Is it... Amber? Anna? He knew it started with an "A" just... What's the name? Maybe he's okay, maybe she didn't remember his name either.

The girl smiled at Paul, he admired her big, brown eyes and a mess of curly bed hair. She was truly gorgeous.

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