A huge yawn escaped my mouth as I sat up, and my stomach felt awful. What happened, and where am I? I woke up from my slumber, and my head felt disoriented. As I scanned the unfamiliar place, I noticed a huge body resting on the other side of the bed. I looked at Slavvy, bare-chested. Slavvy? I scanned my eyes around the room and saw his shirt and my dress on the floor. My dress is on the floor. My mind repeated, and my eyes widened. Oh my I quickly checked under the blanket, and I was clotheless
I took a look at Slavvy, the clothes, and me, repeatedly looking back and forth. I didn't sleep with him, did I? Oh my !! I slept with him! How? When? Where? What happened? My heart stopped when I looked at the watch on the wall; it was half past seven am. Yep, I'm definitely dead.
I quickly got up, covering myself with the bedsheet, and walked to my dress. When I picked it up, it was torn. Was he trying to rape me or something? What in the world happened yesterday? I walked over to Slavvy and shouted, "Wake up!" in his ears, and he jumped up in fear, looking at me like a lost dog. He was so gorgeous, even after waking up.
"Why in the world would you do that?" he said, rubbing his ear.
"What happened to my dress?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"Uhmm, I ripped it apart," he said calmly.
"You ripped my dress! Couldn't you take it off in a different way? And why am I in here, half-naked? Did we... did you..." I mumbled.
"You don't remember anything?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Remember what? All I can remember is drinking six full shots, and after that, I don't remember a thing... Did you take advantage of me?" I asked, a little angry.
"Come on, Testimony, why would I think I take advantage of you? I'm not that kind of person," he said, looking pissed.
How should I know he's telling the truth? Who brought me to this room? My stomach grumbled, and I felt like vomiting. I ran to the dustbin and vomited.
"Testimony, are you okay?"
I couldn't respond to him as my body rejected all the alcohol I drank the night before. I hate vomiting.
"Let me help you," Slavvy said, grabbing my hair as I vomited repeatedly into the bin.
"I don't feel so good," I mumbled. "I feel so awful."
"Well, honey, that's what happens when we drink too much," he said, holding my hair as I vomited.
when is it going to be over? I promise I'll never even have a sip of alcohol again.
"Slavvy," I cried as he laughed at me.
"What are you laughing at? I hate vomiting," I cried.
"I hate it when things I hate happen to me."
"Wait here, I'll get you something to drink," he said, giggling, and walked out of the room.
I sat next to the bin, waiting for the next wave of vomiting to come. I looked outside, and the sun was shining very brightly. What time is it, anyway? I looked at the gigantic clock on top of me; it was eight am.
It's eight am, and I'm with Slavvy, not at home. My eyes widened as all the flashbacks of yesterday started racing through my mind, though I could see everything that happened in detail, I couldn't remember the words they said.
I picked up my dress from the floor, and it was ripped apart. Well, this is great. Not only will Mrs. Bronco's dad and Ashly kill me, but... Where is she, anyway? Probably, she left me because she couldn't find me.
In the midst of my despair, more voices came up.
"Look at her, she calls herself a Christian, but she's here vomiting in the dustbin, naked. Haha! God is definitely fed up with you. You're a disgrace to the heavens!! What did you say you wanted to live a holy life? God will hear and forgive you for this. You've sinned too much, and you've gone too far!!"
The voices were loud. Guilt and fear filled my soul.
God, why are you saying God? You should be ashamed of yourselves, worthless!!! Sinner!!!
The voice got louder and louder in my head.
Stop, please!!! I knew I was going to regret this.
A few minutes later, Slavvy walked in with a huge grin on
A few minutes later, Slavvy walked in with a huge grin on his face. "Drink this, it's going to help with your hangover," he said, holding out a glass containing a disgusting-looking juice.
"What is this?" I asked, looking at the juice that resembled poop.
"It's raw eggs mixed with hot sauce and other ingredients," he said, cutting the story short.
"I'm not drinking that," I said, but my stomach suddenly turned on me, and I ran to the bin and vomited.
"Testimony, drink it, you'll feel much better," Slavvy persisted.
"Noo," I groaned, pushing the glass away.
you have to drink it, or you'll have a hangover the whole day," he insisted.
"I would rather have that hangover than drink that thing," I groaned.
" you're stubborn. Get up," he said.
"Huh?"
"Get up, I'll buy you hot wings to eat since you don't want to drink this," he offered.
"I have nothing to wear. Some idiot decided to tare my dress apart," I teased.
"Well, that idiot was being controlled by a beautiful girl who I desired very much," he confessed,
"What am I going to wear? What am I going to say to my family? My dad is going to kill me. .
..
Slavvy picked me up and set me gently on the bed. He took off his jacket, revealing the kind of confidence that made it hard to look away. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself.
"Wear this," he said, handing me his T-shirt.
"I can't wear that," I protested, crossing my arms.
"I'm not asking," he said, his tone calm but firm.
Did he really think I'd just give in that easily? "No, I'm not wearing it," I said, a hint of defiance in my voice.
"Do you have to be this stubborn?" he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Absolutely. It's in my nature," I replied with a smirk.
He leaned closer, his voice dropping low. "Then you'd better listen, before I lose my patience." His nearness sent a shiver through me, and I finally sighed, giving in.
"Fine," I muttered, slipping on his shirt. It was so big it looked like a short dress on me, and it smelled faintly of him - clean and warm.
"Okay, happy now?" I asked, stepping toward him.
His eyes lingered on me, and a crooked smile appeared on his face. "More than you know," he said softly before turning to finish his call.
When he hung up, he gave me a quick grin. "You look... good," he said simply, and I couldn't help but smile.
We headed downstairs, and the living room looked like a tornado had passed through. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
"Can you give me one too?" a sleepy voice mumbled behind me. I turned to see Ashly, and we both burst into laughter.
"We're so dead, you know," she said between giggles.
"I know," I replied, handing her the glass.
"Christian girl finally learning to have fun," she teased, and my smile faltered just a little.
"Yeah," I said quietly.
"Tess, let's go," Slavvy called from behind us. Ashly laughter faded as her eyes flicked between us, her expression shifting from surprise to concern.
"We need to talk," she said, turning away.
I blinked after her, confused.
What just happened?