Hadley: CreepyMature

I woke up feeling groggy and way more hungover than I should’ve been. The second my eyes recognised light streaming through the thing white curtains, I felt like my head was about to explode. I clamped my eyes shut and groaned, wondering where Maxxie was at this time of the morning. What time was it anyway? I risked opening my eyes to glance at the clock beside the bed; one o’clock. Since when was it the afternoon?

I looked around, not recognising anything in the room. The only thing I did recognise was my clothes which were in a pile on the floor. I sat up and regretted it instantly. I don’t think there was a single part of me that didn’t hurt. I eventually convinced myself to get out of bed and sort of hobbled over to my clothes, shakily bending down to pick them up. I caught sight of myself in a mirror as I stood back up and felt my jaw drop. My bruises from London had already started fading but the mass of dark, angry looking bruises dancing across my torso were new. There were so many marks smothering my neck, I wasn’t sure if they were hickeys or just normal bruises. My face seemed to have avoided most of whatever happened last night but there were still a couple of fresh bruises on my jaw and cheekbone.

What the fuck happened last night? Did I get in a fight or something? Something wasn’t right. I was in a house I’d never seen before, completely naked and looking like I’d lost a fight or two. I got dressed at lightning speed and dashed out of the room as fast as I could considering it hurt to even blink. I tried to get the front door open but it was locked. What the actual fuck? I felt the panic start to rise in my chest and started shuffling back, tripping over the couch and landing on my back on the floor.

“Oh, you’re awake” I heard a guy say and looked around in confusion.

A guy in his thirties with light brown hair came into the living room and helped me up onto the couch. Okay, who the fuck is this guy and why am I in his house? He smiled at me but I didn’t smile back. He looked a little annoyed by it but the smile stayed stuck to his face.

“I was starting to get worried so I came home to check on you” he said.

Check on me? Why are you checking on me? I don’t even know who the fuck you are! And why is the door locked? Okay, Hadley, calm down.

“Well, I’m awake now so I should probably get home” I said, trying not to let how freaked out I was show.

“Can I at least give you a coffee and something for your head? Judging by how you drank last night you must have a pretty nasty hangover” he chuckled.

Well, he got that much right, I guess. I sort of nodded, not really trusting him, and he disappeared into the kitchen. I looked around while I waited. This guy, whoever he was, really liked white stuff. He came back with a mug of coffee and a pill. I guessed it was an aspirin and took it with a swig of coffee. His smile broadened and I felt the panic start to rise again. That smile wasn’t creepy at all... 

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