Unwanted

He kissed me hard then and I screamed into his kiss as my eyes welled with tears of pain that I had never before felt.

The rest of the night passed by in a, slight, haze, but I remembered everything. I remembered everything I did to him and everything he did to me. I woke up the next morning in complete pain. Not only did I have a massive hangover, but every movement my body made hurt. I was alone in my bed, save for a note, on the pillow next to me. I grabbed it and read it.

I'm sorry about last night. I should have known better. You're a pretty girl and I apologize for taking advantage of you. I paid for you to be able to stay here for a week after your stay was supposed to be. If you don't want to, just take the money. Again, I'm really sorry.
-Keegan Lux

Realization sunk in. My name wasn't even on the card, because I doubt he really even remembered. I cried, and I cried hard. I was 23 and in L.A. by accident.

**

I awoke to a small set of hands shaking my shoulder. My pillow was wet. I had cried in my sleep. I looked from the tiny hands, to the flock of blonde hair.

"Mommy, you were crying in your sleep again."

"I'm sorry baby," I said as I mustered up the courage to sit up in my bed and look at my two year old son, without crying my eyes out. He was a splitting image of his father. "Where's your sister?" Did I mention he was a twin?

"She's trying to turn the TV on in the living room, mommy."