I wake up in a cold sweat.
My eyes open and I look beside me to see Azriel asleep.
What the fuck happened?
I jolt up and I get out of bed quickly noticing my clothes were off.
I'm left in nothing but my undergarments.
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
Please no.
I start crying and I put my hand over my mouth. "God please no." I see my clothes on the floor and I quickly put them on. I quickly search around his room quietly for my car keys.
Where are they?
I feel my stomach turn and I head downstairs careful not to wake anyone. I walk outside noticing my car wasn't there. I close my eyes.
You're okay
You're okay
You're okay
You're okay
You're okay
I walk towards the street and turn my phone on.
I need to get away from here. I start walking down the road to the direction of my house.
As I walk, my heart races, each step feeling heavier than the last. The cold air bites at my skin, grounding me in the moment, but the fear lingers like a shadow.
What happened? My mind races, flashing through the memories.
I need to focus.
I keep moving, my breath coming in quick bursts. The streetlights flicker above me.
As I walk, I replay every moment from the night before, searching for answers. Did I trust him too easily? Why did I let myself be swept away? The guilt gnaws at me, but I can't linger on it. I need to get home.
Each step feels like a small victory, pushing away the darkness that threatens to consume me. I finally spot my house in the distance, a beacon of light. Relief washes over me, but it's tinged with dread.
What if no one believes me?
What if they blame me?
I fumble for my phone. My fingers are trembling, but I manage to unlock it. I scroll through my contacts until I find Adam's name.
I hit call and press the phone to my ear, my heart racing as it rings.
Finally, he answers.
"Hey, what's up?" Adam's voice is groggy.
"Adam, I—" My voice cracks. I clear my throat, trying to hold back tears. "I need your help. Something happened and I don't know what to do."
"Are you okay?" His tone shifts, now fully alert. "Where are you?"
"I'm outside my house," I whisper, glancing around as if the darkness could hear me. "I... I was with Azriel, and I don't remember everything. I just—"
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Without You
RomanceSeventeen-year-old Amore Santi's world unravels after a devastating loss that splits her family apart. As her friendship with her childhood friend Azriel Martinez begins to fall apart, he starts to feel more like a threat than a friend. When Amore f...