Mirror Me

Fourteen

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       I felt like absolute garbage. My head was pounding and my stomach was swirling. I sat up, I was sticky with glitter spray and sweater then a mussel head at the gym. My eyes traveled around Hitoshi's room? I pulled the heavy comforter off of me. The bed was empty but the room door was wide open. I softly walked around the corner.

Hitoshi was leaning against his sink opposite to my gaze. I watched his back mussels flex as he rock back n' forth completely bliss to my eyes. His free hand gripped the metal of his sink while the other held something to his neck. He looked like he was thinking. Hard.

"Hit-" before I could get the rest of his name out I slapped my hand over my mouth and sprinted to the bathroom. I quickly lifted the lid of the toilet up and began spewing out whatever I was holding back all night.

I dropped to my knees it felt like the energy Had completely rung from my body. I held the toilet and gagged. I looked to the door, Hitoshi stood over me in the doorway he had a concerted look on.

I waved him off. I must look gross. He ignored me and knelt down beside me rubbing soft small circles on my back.

"I'm s-sorry..." I whined, turning my head away from him. Hitoshi stood up and wet a washcloth greeting me on the floor once again. He began wiping my hands with it like I was some sort of toddler. That only made me feel worse. I was getting the cold sweats and shaking here and there.

"H-Hitoshi?" I said turning to him. He never left my side. He had a hurt expression on though.

"Yes..." he said, confirming he was still there even though I was looking at him. Hickeys. Everywhere. His neck, his shoulders, his jaw. They painted his flesh like rose petals of pink and a deep purple. I could feel my pussy clench unconsciously at the sight.

Did I do that to him? Did I lose it to him last night?

"Did we..... did we make love last night?" I watched his eyes widen. His fist clenched. His breathing picked up.

"Y/N....."

"Don't tell me. I'm sorry for asking." My eyes focused on the feminine body wash again. "You have a girlfriend after all."

"Y/N......"

"Forget about it Hitoshi." I tried to stand up and slipped. He caught me before I hit the floor. That would have been embarrassing...

I tried to push away from him but stopped my own movement,"Who changed me?"

He cleared his throat, "You did."

Of course I did.... Why can't I remember shit? What happened last night?

"Where's my belongings?" I asked pushing away from him. I didn't mean to be so cold but I was still trying to collect everything from last night. It bugged the absolute hell out of me that I couldn't remember.

"You can't go home."

"What?"

"Y-you can't go home right now..." he repeated with a hint of nervousness. Was he scared?

"Why the hell not?" I saw him physically cringe at the word "hell" before answering.

"I can't explain to you right now. I'm sorry."

"Hitoshi. What happened last night." It was less of a question and more of a "if you don't answer me right the fuck now I will hurt you" Even though I wasn't.

"Because- Y/N I said you can't go home right now." He completely dodged the question and just gave me his input.

Who the fuck does he think I am? "Because I said so" is he really playing that card?!

"Fuck off Hitoshi." I said trying to shove him out of the way. Impasist on "trying" this man was like a wall. He wasn't going to budge even if punched him in his gut.

"Get out of the way!" I demanded. He let out a petty chuckle. The next feeling was my wrist being held above my head as I stood there. On display. He didn't touch me. It was just an attempt to calm me down.

"I don't even know why you're playing this card. You have no authority over me!" I seethed.

"A week. Stay for a week, it is not safe and I need to make sure you're not in danger." He softly told me letting go of my wrist.

"Hitoshi-"

"Y/N.... I'll tell you everything, just please trust me."

And there's that word again.... trust.