I wake up and find myself alone in bed. I heave a sigh. I just knew that it was all a dream. There was just no way Rowan would have slept with me on my bed. I don’t remember everything after I fell asleep at the hospital. I was pumped so full of drugs that I actually started to imagine things

that weren’t real.

I get out of bed slowly, but I have to sit down when the room begins to spin. After a few minutes, I

walk as carefully as I can to the bathroom and take a shower. I just wanted the overall smell of the

hospital washed from my skin.

I had so much to do that I didn’t know where to start. I had no phone and neither did I have a car. The police told me that my phone got smashed when I hit the ground. I had a few weeks of leave

from school but I needed to figure out my car situation before I got back to work.

By the time I’m done with dressing, my head was killing me.

‘F***! I needed my pain meds.‘ I think to myself

I walk down stairs wondering how I was going to survive for the next couple of days. I was still

weak and I could barely lift a finger without all my energy being drained.

Getting down stairs, I make my way to the kitchen and make myself something simple for

breakfast. At this point I just wanted to go back to sleep and maybe wake up after a century.

Deciding it’s better for me to sit somewhere comfortable, I ditch the kitchen island and head to

the living room instead.

Who knew head injuries took a lot out of you?

I eat my food which tasted like cardboard and take my meds. I was just about to lay down on the couch and take a nap when my doorbell rang.

I groan in annoyance. I didn’t want to stand up and walk to the door to open for whoever it is that’s

on the other side. My legs felt like jelly and I was in no mood for visitors. I just wanted my damn.

sleep.

I consider ignoring it when the bell rings again. Would it be considered rude if I did that? I mean they could just assume that I was asleep and leave, right? That was hopeful thinking on my part because the next second, the bell rings again.

1 curse a string and stand up to walk towards the door. I open it and I come face to face with a woman I’ve never seen standin on my porch. She was shockingly beautiful. Black hair, big green eyes, heart shaped face and full lips.

“Uh, can I help you?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

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I was sure any minute now my legs would give out and I would collapse on the floor.

The woman gives me a small smile, tears filling her eyes before she does the strangest thing. She

up to me and hugs me. I stiffen, not sure what the hell was happening

would still be asleep” she says stepping

who are

her forehead. “Shit, I’m sorry..I should have probably

bad”

was comical and I found

get

don’t know you so I’m not sure inviting you to

you are skeptical especially after what happened to you. but I promise I’m not a serial killer or

to send her away but for some reason I couldn’t. I don’t know why but I trusted her and I just got this

but if you turn out to be a killer I swear I will gut you like a chicken and I’ll dance all the way to my bedroom to

you already” she responds with a smile. “Do

me struggling.

to glare at her but I find myself doing it.

her hand

on the couch. My legs

weak.

and why are you here?” I was really

can call me Letty…I’m your

should have never listen to my st*

are

bound to be just like them and I was done

me out” she pleads and against my best judgement I

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her but I’m at ease around her even though she is basically

I am not one to trust

love the idiot but I can

matter what you did, you didn’t deserve to be treated the way he

have treated you.

to come and see you but I was afraid that you will turn me down but then

I just had to come. I know you don’t know me or trust me but

you will give me a chance to change

around and get my feet on the sofa, leaning back on the

know

life but he does know that I am here, we don’t

other”

isn’t a bad guy, to others at least, but to me he has

putting me down, hating on me and

her down but a small part is

was time I

people out.

chance on one

else but I decide

worst

voice whispers in

“What’s your condition?”

to me. I don’t

the battle waging inside her. She is debating, deciding whether it the right call or not.

a friendship with me without involving the

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