Brooklyn Nights (BxB)

Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

When I open my eyes, the world is slightly spinning. There's too much light in the room and I have to squint my eyes so I can see well. The first word is: fuck, and the first thought is: I'm in danger. I'm in a different room, and I remember partying so hard last night I can't remember some of it, but eventually, I know it'll come to me. Just a few memory lapses, I guess.

I roll over and groan, the headache getting worst. There's a pillow behind my back and front, sandwiching me, and I think back hard of what happened last night. I remember taking shot after shot of vodka, and I remember dancing in the center with so many people I know watching me. I remember seeing Donnie, Melody's ex-boyfriend, and I told him that he can rot in hell for what he did on Melody, for cheating. I remember him apologizing to me and in front of Melody's face, and I remember Matt nearly punching him on the face but we had to hold him. Matt was there. I remember taking a piss and... Wyatt. I remember Wyatt.

Holy fuck. I'm in a deep shit. I'm in danger.

All at once, memories of last night come rushing inside my head, flashing after one another. I remember me kissing Wyatt in the bathroom with no people around, and I remember that I forgot to wash my hands after peeing. I remember telling Wyatt that I didn't want to go home and I didn't want to be in the reunion party. He told me I was drunk and he was tipsy and that we'd rest and we'd go a place I'd like to go to. I remember hugging him, and then I kissed him. He kissed me back. Did he kiss me back? I'm confused. He did, didn't he? I remember telling him that he had my consent and he could do whatever he wanted to do with me.

I sigh in relief when I see that I'm still fully clothed, but I'm wearing different clothes now. The shirt is a bit big on me, and the shorts is quite hanging loosely around my waist. I put my face in my hands in shame and groan out loud.

"You're finally awake."

I jolt in surprise and stare wide eyed at Melissa, who is beaming brightly. She lets out a giggle and walks over to me, handing me a glass of water and Advil. I thank her and drink the Advil and the water, and I sigh in relief once the cold water refreshes me. Melissa smiles motherly at me and I smile back rather shyly. I'm remembering a lot of things of what happened last night and I want more than this bed to swallow me up whole to prevent me from getting more embarrassed, and yeah, so I don't have to finally come face to face with Wyatt and tell him how sorry I am for how I acted last night.

Melissa takes a seat on the bed and cups my cheeks. There's a tear slipping her right eye. She brushes it away and sighs happily, and leans down to kiss me on my cheek. I blush, hanging my head low.

"Would you like to have some breakfast?" she asks me as she stands up, smoothing her blue floral duster dress. I nod at her. She beams. "Come to the kitchen with me. I've prepared hash browns and mashed potatoes. Ajax eats them for breakfast. Those are his favorites."

"Thank you, Melissa. If I may ask, where's Wyatt?"

"Oh, he just went out to get something. We ran out of supplies, so he did the shopping."

"That's nice of him."

"Oh trust me, that boy never lets me do anything other than to let me live in this boring house." Melissa giggles, rolling her eyes playfully. "He does almost everything. From cleaning the house to going out to do grocery shopping. I literally have to beg him to stop doing those things for me. I'm not that old. I'm offended sometimes." She winks at me.