The Broken One

Chapter 7

SAM POV

My head hurt. That was the first thing that I noticed when my body began to wake up, even though my mind was still miles behind it. 

I groaned and tossed my head to the side, trying to eliminate some (or any) of the pain. 

"Fuck...."

I murmed and bought a hand up to my head, holding it where it hurt. As if that would remedy any of the pain. No. What I needed was Eli. What I needed were the drugs.

I took a deep breath and hauled my body upright on the bed and into a seated position. Only then, once the wave of dizziness that came over me had subsided, did I open my eyes. At first I only squinted, feeling like an animal coming out of a long, cold hibernation. However soon enough my eyes were fully open and I was finally able to identify that this was not my room. Or Eli's. Infact, I had absolutely no clue where I was. 

I was lying in a bed, sheets and pillows messily thrown about around me. I was still wearing my clothes from last night and I could see my purse which was next to me on the nightstand. There was nobody else in the room, only me. The blinds were partially open in a way that allowed some light to pour out of them in a downward flow. Even that little bit of light was enough to trigger a decent amount of head pain. How much did I drink....

I couldn't remember much about the evening. Just that I'd gone with Eli and he'd set up for me to hook up with some guy. That explained it. Though I was still a little shocked....this was a nice room, more than I had expected from a guy like Jason. Or whatever the hell his name was. 

There were plenty of books on the desk opposite me and it was also fairly neat. No clothes scattered messily around the room and no disgusting posters of half naked girls hung up on the walls. Now that was what I had expected. 

I climbed out of the bed, a sudden rush of light-headedness washing over me. Instantly I felt nauseous and scanned the room in search of something I could be sick into. Bin it is. I dashed towards it and emptied out all of the toxic contents that had been lingering in my stomach from last night. 

My stomach clenched as I heard the door open behind me, this was not an attractive image to be seen in, especially by a guy I just fucked. Yet I had no time to turn around and say anything as I threw my head over the bin again. 

"Woah, hey, hey...." 

The guy behind me rushed over, down to his knees, holding my hair up for me. He gently and reassuringly rubbed circles on my back, murmuring comforting words in my ear. Well this is different.....

Usually when the others saw me in this state they'd look away in disgust or just leave. Never had anyone done anything like this. Perhaps he was gonna be a regular. Hopefully I pleased him enough last night because Eli would be happy if I got another guy for him, it would definitely ease the blow about my little act of rebellion last night. 

"I'm so sorry....." 

I apologised, pulling my head out of the trash once I felt as though I was finally done. There was an awful acidic taste that lingered in my mouth from the vomit. My throat felt raw from it too. However my head did feel slightly clearer.

I turned my head around, surprised by what I saw. 

"You are not Jason." 

I mentally face palmed myself for saying that out loud. Logically speaking after being with him Eli probably got me to sleep with this guy too. Now there was absolutely no hope of faking how satisfied I was and how much I loved being with this guy.