My Paradise (BxB) {Book 5}

Chapter 6

~The Next Morning~

Once I woke up, I had a huge headache from drinking last night, it feels like someone hit me with a big stick.

I got up and looked around, I was back at my own house, Martin must've dropped me off. The last thing I remember was that I took a few extra shots, and Martin complaining that he won't bother taking me home, but I don't remember anything after that.

When I saw myself in the mirror, I realized that my clothes were changed to pajamas, if I had done it while I was drunk, one of the two pieces would either be inside out, or backwards, or both. So I'm thinking Martin must've changed my clothes for me.

If I were awake, I would've been embarrassed by the thought of letting others see my bare naked body. Especially my back filled with. . . scars.

I was going to turn to head to the shower, but saw a mark spot on my neck from my Reflection.

I tried to scrub it off, even with soap and water.

I. . . what the heck?!

This looks like. . . a hickey, I haven't had a hickey in. . . well, forever. THAT'S NOT THE POINT, DANIAL, YOU HAVE A FRICKIN' HICKEY ON YOUR NECK!!!

Did Martin do this? But I thought he already had a girlfriend.

And yes, duh, I know the difference between hickey and a mosquito bite, if it were a mosquito bite, it would feel itchy and look swollen. I've had my experiences.

And yet, my brother tried to fool me by mixing hickey and mosquitoes up. He was a fool assuming that I have been single at that time.

I grinned at the memories.

Anyways, who even invented that stupid excuse? And who'd be so stupid to believe it?

I left that problem aside for now.

I went in the shower to get rid of the alcohol smell, when I got downstairs, I made a protein shake for breakfast.

I took Advil to at least ease my headache from drinking so much last night.

I brushed my teeth. Since it was the weekend, I decided to ask Maddie out for dinner again, or do something to spend time together.

I called her and she picked up, "Hello?"

"Hi, Maddie. Do you have plans tonight?"

"Actually, I do. My boss told me that my project wasn't good enough, so I have to redo it. So I'll be stuck at home." She said in a sad tone.

"Oh, sorry for disturbing you."

"No, no. It's fine, not your fault, if I do finish early, I'll call you."

"Okay, love you. Bye."

"Love you, bye."

Since she wasn't available, I wanted to hang out with Martin, he said that he was available since his girlfriend is visiting her parents.

We went to the nearest cafe for starters, the first thing Martin said(shouted out) was, "Thank goodness you're okay!" as soon as he saw me.

We sat in a spot, "What? Why wouldn't I be okay? What happened last night?" I asked him.

"You know what, you're asking the right question, what did happen last night?"

"Why are you asking me? I'm asking you."

He sighs, "When you got drunk, you started dancing and all, and. . ." he smirked, holding in a laugh, "you're a really terrible dancer."

"What? I danced? I don't normally dance when I'm drunk, what're you talking about?"

"Fine, I was just kidding, you didn't danced last night. But that's not the point! I was going to get you out of there and take you home, but then this guy stops me, he seems really scary. And dude I'm telling you, he looked like he wanted to murder me right there and then."

"You're exaggerating." I said, having a hard time believing him, and I drank my tea.

"Am not! His voice was deeper than mine, he was taller than me, he had brown hair and killer eyes. Do I sound like I'm exaggerating to you?!"

"Then did he say his name?"

"Uh. . . he did, but what was it? Jake? Jade? Blade? No. Blake! That's what it was! My memory can't be wrong." As soon as I heard the name, I spat out my tea.

"What did you say?!" I exclaimed.

"He said his name was Bla- wait, that name sounds familiar. . . Oh! I got it! Isn't that your. . . ex. . .?"

I sighed, "I guess. What else happened? You didn't actually hand me over to him, did you?"

"Well, kind of?" He said in some sort of questioning tone.

"What do you mean kind of?!" I cried.

"He told me to hand you over, otherwise he'd break my bones, and. . ."

And? And what?