The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 10 How to Evade with Glue

Roselia's POV

Freezing cold.

My brain froze. I couldn't remember anything at all.

A sledgehammer continuously slammed both sides of my head, crushing my face in between. It stopped for a few seconds, then slammed again. Stopped for a second, slam. It continued consecutively with an unbearable burning sensation in my throat. A pain shot through my upper arm as I tried to wiggle out of my position.

I was fully sober, now.

Darn it! Everything hurt less a few seconds ago.

I must have said something because the bed dipped beside me and the mouth of a plastic bottle was met with mine. A feminine arm slipped under my shoulder, positioned my glasses on the bridge of my nose and pulled me up to a sitting position. Forcing my eyelids open, I was met with Vanessa's concerned eyes.

"Drink. It will help." Her eyebrows were knitted together in concern. Obeying her, I took a big gulp of water and soothed my burning.

"Thanks." My voice was hoarse. As I let out a sigh of relief, I smelled my breath that reeked of alcohol.

That's funny, I didn't remember drinking any of it, in all my life, in fact.

I straightened my spine and rested my back on the headboard while clutching my head in pain. The headache was painfully amplified.

The room was overly feminine, a different view from my normal bland bedroom. The room was substantially bigger than mine, almost twice as large. I recognized this room instantly judging from the pink everything. I was in Vanessa's home.

"Aspirin." She handed me two small white tablets of analgesics with her eyebrows still furrowed.

I eyed her as I drank the tablet with large gulps of water still in my hand. I couldn't remember anything from last night. The last thing I remembered was driving extremely slow to the uni's grand hall.

Was this the effect of alcohol? It was the first time I experienced something as terrible as this. Never again will I be smelling alcohol, let alone taste it.

"What happened?" I massaged my temples continuously as I placed the bottle she gave me on the nightstand. The digital clock on it displayed 10:42.

Oh no! I had a curfew of only 10 p.m. What kind of furniture will I be pelted with once I got home this late? A lamp, a chair, TV and the sofa, most probably. Daniella was likely to be pacing around the living room, tapping her fingers impatiently on her thigh and planned all the different methods to torture me.

Catching on to my panic, Vanessa assured me. "I called your sister. She allowed you to sleep over my place tonight but she wants you back first thing in the morning."

"Oh." I wiped an imaginary drop of sweat from my forehead. My punishments could wait till tomorrow. Right now, I needed to find answers. "What happened?"

She bit her bottom lip nervously, suppressing information. "You were drunk."

"That, I know." I pointed out while changing the side of the head I massaged. "I didn't remember taking alcohol." I honestly said.

Her eyes blazed in anger. "You didn't know. Kyle gave it to you." Her hand twitched. "I'm so sorry, Sel!" She hugged me in a bone-crushing embrace. "If I didn't push you into him, you wouldn't have to-" She sobbed.

Was it that serious that she cried? "Hey. Hey." Letting go of my throbbing head, I drew circles around her back to calm her down. "It's okay. It's okay."

"He- He- He-" She cried even louder. "He tried to assault you. Oh Sel! You don't have to worry about the dress. I'm glad you're sa-sa-saf-safe."

I froze. The memories came rushing back like a tsunami and boy, did it hit me with debris. I remembered a few memories and pieces of information but I pieced it together until it made sense. Alcohol, Kyle almost assaulting me, me fighting back, him on the floor, writhing in pain with a broken nose. Everything else was a blur.