When I woke up, I felt a blanket consuming me in it's warmth. My eyes still closed, I lay in a soft bed, softer than my own. Then it hit me.
It wasn't my bed.
I jolted up, eyes the size of large marbles. What did I do?! All I remember is getting wasted! Hopefully, I didn't go home with someone. Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit....
This wasn't my room. These weren't my chairs. It wasn't my TV. NOTHING was mine. I stared off into space, realizing I was probably screwed. Literally and metaphorically......No no no no no no no NO! This couldn't be happening.
Just then I heard footsteps. Suprisingly, I had boy pajamas on. And I smelled nice. Weird, but whatever. I jumped out of the bed, and headed for the door. I turned to look at the time. I was going to be late for work, too!
"Woah, woah, where are you going?" a man voice said. My back was turned so I didn't know who he was. I didn't want to know.
"I have to go. I'm sorry, but this is a one time thing for me. I don't do relationships. I do one night stands." I studdered out nervously.
"Uh, Kylem, are you ok?" Then the man spun me around to take a look at me. It was Frank! I did it with HIM?!
"Listen, Frank, last night ment nothing. I wasted out of my mind, and I didn't mean anything." I explained.
"Oh, that's great. I was hoping you weren't thinking straight when you did that. It was crazy, you had me crying for over 3 hours with you!" Did he just say.....3 hours?! Crying?! What the hell?!
"I made you...cry when we did it?"
"Wait....What are you talking about?" His tone from relief to suspiscion grew faster.
"We did 'it', right?"
"Oh god, no!" He paused and then walked a little bit away then began making coffee. "You...you tried to kill yourself."
"Oh....." I paused and played with my fingers, twirling and intertwining them together and then back out. "I've been thinking about that for a long time....You shouldn't have saved me."
He turned to me, concern in his eyes. "Kylem, you can't think that way. I don't want you to think that way. I refuse for you to think that way." He turned back to the Keurig, and continued pouring in the water.
"I....." I couldnt speak.
"Kylem...you can't..." He wiped his forhead. "From today on, your living here. I already put your stuff in my closet and my stuff in my old roomate's closet. And by the way, I own no alchohol in this house, so don't even think about it. And I'm not letting you go anywhere unless I know about it. Ok? So no fight clubs, or bars or anything like that."
"But Frank, you can't just do that. I need my alchohol!" I was confused and a little angry. "Wait...I'm sleeping...in your room?"
"My old room."
"I can take care of my self. I going to go pack." I headed toward 'my' room.
He jumped infront of the bedroom door, blocking my way in there. "No. I won't let you." We were 2 inches away from eachothers face. His dark hazel eyes stared into mine. It was like he was looking through my soul. I tryed to turn away but my body was frozen. Paralyzed. "I don't want you to end up.....dead."
