Solid Ground

Chapter 18

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Riley

Sometimes a hangover can leave you so clueless that everything seems clearer just in perspective. A bucket of vomit and one hell of a headache definitely clear things up.

I woke up from a sleep that felt like almost eternity. My head felt like it been hit by an on coming truck, and a loud ringing sound next to my ear that just won't quit.

I shifted my body a little from the bed till I realize.

Why does my clothes feel like flesh?

What happened to the silky fabric that I was suppose to feel on my skin?

I jumped to my feet to find I was naked. Almost. Other than some lacy undergarments, I was in my birthday suit. Heat rose to my cheeks as anger gushed into my mind. I took my pillow and whacked Marcus on the head. Hard.

"Damn! Riley did you loose all sanity already?!" He yelled me. Covering his eyes with his forearm. I couldn't careless if he ran a triathlon yesterday, that pervert is waking up.

I threw the entire pillow at him, aiming straight for his head. But his instincts whacked it to the other end of the room.

He took a peek at me from under his arm. "Put on some clothes would you." He chuckled before he shut his bright blue eyes again.

"How dare you!" I screamed at him.

He just kept silent.

The cold air from the room made my skin tingle. I pulled the blanket from on top of Marcus in one swift move, using it to cover my own body. I wrapped it around me, protecting me from the cold air, and all nakedness.

"I swear to God, you are never drinking alcohol again." He coldly said as he sat on the bed.

"D-did you d-d-do what I think you did?" I said out from utter embarrassment. But this was on a need to know basis. Cause honesty I don't remember anything from last night.

He tilted his head towards me, studying my face. "No. We didn't do anything."

A sign of relieve escaped my lips. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?"

"Yes." He replied as he slipped on his bathrobe.

"Really?" I repeated again, wanting a double assurance.

"Yes." He walked towards the bathroom, getting ready to shower.

"Really?" Okay, maybe I just wanted to get on his nerve at 12 in the afternoon.

He turned around and looked at me. "Oh My God Riley, if you're so scared get one of those pregnancy tests already! Damn I didn't do anything." He raised his voice at me.

I ducked my head from his gaze. My cheeks red as a tomato. Embarrassment filled me. Being a nuisance to Marcus was one thing, losing all dignity in front of him was another thing. Who wouldn't be embarrassed if the only thing you were wearing was a blanket.

And lucky me. He notices everything. From a tiny downward curve on my lips, to a slight bruise on my legs. Nothing could escape him. Even every second of embarrassment that dyed my cheeks red.

He walked towards me, pulling my morning hair away from my face. His fingers annoyingly ran up my bare neck, stopping at my chin. He tipped my chin upwards, making me meet his eyes.

"Princess, nothing happened. Don't worry." He wrapped his arms around me bringing me into his embrace. The warmth of his body heated up mine. Filling my heat with nothing but coziness.

My heart skipped a thousand beats. And my face is probably even redder than before. I know what he would never do to hurt me. But what if, I was ready to give up so much more than my heart. Would he push me away, bringing us even further apart...

He held my face firmly, grinning at me before he came nearer to kiss me.

And I... Pushed him away.

"Woah, slow down there Mr. You do not want to taste my morning breath. I stink like a skunk in a sewer. Let me bathe first... Erm... See you." I tug away from his hand and dropped the blanket that was wrapping around me, running towards the bathroom.

I locked the bathroom door behind me. My breathing was hiked up and my heart was going to burst. I didn't know despite knowing a guy for a long time doesn't make you prone to his touches or gazes.

For me his touch always feels like the first. His eyes send electric sparks throughout my body. He was everything a girl could ever want. Good looks. Richness. Power. Popularity. You name it he has it.

As I brushed my teeth in front of the mirror, I noticed the unappealing dark rings under my eyes. The pale look on my face, and hair which looked like a bird nests.

How did he find this attractive? How can he kiss me when I looked like having hell written all over? Somehow his perfection sunk into me like a curse. Making me feel like I was never good enough.

I did my morning routine like usual but making extra attention to my make up and my dressing.

After that I snooped around the room to find some medicine to help with the headache. I went through every drawer in sight, finding anything but medicine. I went to his used-to-be study table. And I found something very interesting.

A diary. A navy blue diary.

I took the diary and locked myself in the bathroom again. I sat at the rim of the bath tube, reading through his personal notes. His writing was neat and cursive. Every page was kept in great condition. Not even a single dog ear on any of the pages.

As I flipped through the pages I felt myself giggling. I never knew guys had diaries. Wouldn't he be too busy crushing the dreams of other kids by shadowing over them with his own achievements.

"Dear diary, I have no idea why my mom gave this to me. Maybe it was supposed to be Kelsey's."

This was his first page. And I find it quite depressing.

"I don't understand why my locker has so many love letters in it. When will the girls ever get it."

"Dear diary, I was called into the principals office for the first time. Apparently it was my fault that girls chased me every where I go."

According to the type of things he recorded in his diary. My guess would have been that he was no more than 12 years old.

"Dear diary, I hate kids. Their so annoying."

"Dead diary, I hate my life. It's pointless."

And that was his last input into his diary.

I reread that line multiple of times. Why would a young kid feel his life was pointless? His life was probably the most useful and accomplished one there is. Or is this something to do with his sister again.

Okay he just said he hated kids. But what he said last time doesn't stay the same... Right? People change... Right? Maybe I should just ask him in person. But what if my hopes of starting a family gets denied... What's next...

Suddenly someone knocked onto the bathroom door. "Riley, you okay? You've been in there quite some while now." Marcus's voice was on the other side of the door.

Uh-oh I was in trouble now.

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Hey guys! What do you think :) *takes a bunch of tissues*, I hope what Riley read wouldn't discourage her. People change but would their beliefs and disbeliefs change?

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