Don't watch me cry - Jorja Smith
Everly's POV:
I WOKE UP with a horrible pain in my head, with it throbbing like it was being hit repeatedly with a hammer. I turned to my night stand to search for my phone but I instead, saw a glass of water and some tablets of _ what I hoped was_ Advil. I eagerly downed the medicine with the glass of water and I only hoped to feel better.
I knew last night was a major disaster but I had no intentions of wanting to remember whatever went down. I looked down to my body and I noticed I was still in the clothes I wore to the party. I then looked around me but I noticed I was not at all in my room, but in the living room. I sat up straighter and gently massaged my temple with my fingers hoping to relieve myself of the pain that had reduced only slightly, thanks to the drugs.
"I'm so glad you're awake." I heard Beth's voice from beside me, on the other couch. "Sorry you slept on the couch, you dosed off and I couldn't pull you all the way to you room so..."
"What happened?" I said but slightly winced at my hoarse voice and the pain that shot through my throat despite the fact that I just drank a glass of water less than two minutes ago. She then quietly stood up and went into the kitchen, then she came back with another glass of water and handed it to me. I gave her a grateful smile then gulped the cup of water down.
"So..." I trailed off, hinting at her to explain what the hell happened last night. The look on her face was one of the things I hated the most from people. Sympathy.
"You blacked out. He was there, and_" She started but I held out my hand to her, motioning for her to stop talking. I closed my eyes and rested my head in my hands as I took deep breaths. Even though I wanted to know the details of last night, just hearing about him was enough for my blood to run cold.
"Look, I know you're scared but_" She started again, but I once again cut her off by abruptly standing up. I looked at her with a hard look on my face, and her of all people knew what that meant. My walls were up.
"I'm fine," I replied coldly.
"Can't you see?!" Beth yelled in my face, "you're not fine, and you need to_" She started ranting but I cut her off... again.
"I said I'm fine!" I shouted, then without waiting to hear any response from her, I stored off into my room and slammed the door shut. My headache had turned into a full on migraine now.
I locked the door, stripped out of my clothes, then headed into the bathroom for a well needed shower. I turned on the faucet to let the cold water flow through first. When the water was warm enough, I stood under the hot water, which was too hot for my body but I needed it. I needed it to wash off the memories of last night, which was invading my head in a dangerously slow way. I slid down the glass wall as I hugged my knees to my chest. After some time, I lowered my legs a little bit so that I could see my body clearly.
I traced a scar on my stomach that ran down to my mid-thigh. I sucked in a deep breath as I stared at my body in slight disgust. I quickly stood up when I felt the water above me starting to turn cold. I washed my body with my lavender scented body wash, then washed my hair with the same fragranced shampoo. I rinsed my whole body before I turned off the water and grabbed two towels from the towel rack. I wrapped one around my head and one around my body.
I honestly felt better after having the shower, despite different thoughts roaming through my mind. I walked out of the bathroom then headed into my walk-in closet. I got dressed in my underwear before picking a sweat pant then a large hoodie I had 'borrowed' from my brother. I got dressed, then unwrapped the towel from my hair to allow it air-dry. I walked out of the closet then dumped the towels and dirty clothes in a hamper at the corner of my room. I looked around my room and decided it wasn't so messy so I could leave the room the way it was.
I knew I was only stalling for the inevitable talk I was going to have with Beth. I felt like a piece of shit as I realized how crazy I must have looked screaming at her like that. I had no idea what came into me but it was like the topic just triggered a different person out of me. Someone that was guarded and something I wouldn't say out loud, scared.
I unlocked the door then walked out of my room, heading to the kitchen. I stilled for a moment when I saw Beth already there with her back facing me, cooking. I sat on one of the bar stools then stared at her back. I would have thought she didn't notice I was there but the slight tension that worked its way up her body gave her up.
"I'm sorry." I heard myself saying in a voice slightly above a whisper. I thought she hadn't heard me but after a while, she stopped what she was doing then braced herself on the countertop.
"I know you're trying to look out for me and I'm being a bitch, so... I'm sorry." I continued. She turned around and that was when I noticed she was crying. It was like a punch to the gut. I got down from the stool then slowly walked to her. I pulled her into a tight hug as she eagerly wrapped her arms around me. We stayed like that for a while before we separated.
"Thanks, I love you." She said with a small smile on her face.
"Yeah, yeah, enough with the sappy shit." I said with a fake disgusted look on my face, a giggle erupting out of both of us.
Some minutes later, we found ourselves on the gray couch in the living room with a tub of ice-cream on our laps and a blanket draped over our bodies.
"You know, if Hayden wasn't there to save you, I had_" She started but I cut her off.
"What do you mean by 'if Hayden wasn't there'?" I asked hesitantly and a shit eating grin replaced the sad look on her face.
Oh, shit.