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Samantha
When I woke up the next morning, I briefly wondered if I’d died and gone to hell.
That’s how shitty I felt.
My head was throbbing, and my stomach churned.
I thought I was going to be sick, and I struggled to build up the energy to even get out of bed.
At length, I forced myself to open my eyes. Flinching at the muted sunlight coming in through my thin curtains, I slowly pushed myself so I was sitting upright. Slipping my feet to the floor, I sat on the edge of the mattress for a moment as I fought not to vomit on my floor.
After several seconds, I felt stable enough to stand, and I staggered to my bathroom. I reached the toilet just in time and emptied my stomach into the porcelain bowl.
It took me a while to feel stable enough to push back up to my feet. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, then went back into my room and got dressed.
Feeling somewhat normal again, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and started brewing a pot of coffee. I needed to finish sobering up before my parents showed up with Henry.
Once my coffee was ready, I poured a mug and sat down at the table, blowing on it to cool it down.
My mind began to wander, and I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the night before and of Ryan.
I was furious with him, and with myself for letting things escalate the way they had.
I couldn’t believe he kissed me, and I couldn’t believe I kissed him back.
It’s about the stupidest thing I could’ve done. I risked opening a door for him that I’d sworn I’d always keep closed.
I probably should have thanked him for pulling away and stopping things from progressing further, but I was too angry at him.
I shouldn’t be surprised that he was the one to pull away first. That seemed to be what he’s good at: running.
As I was sitting and fuming over thoughts of Ryan rejecting me once again, the doorbell suddenly rang, making me jump and nearly spill my coffee.
I furrowed my brow in confusion. My parents were a little earlier than I’d expected.
Standing, I hurried through the house to the front door and answered it without hesitation. When I found Ryan standing on my front step, I let out a yelp of shock.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded to know.
“We need to talk,” he told me.
I let out a humorless bark of laughter. “I don’t think so. I think we’ve said all we need to say to each other.”
With that, I tried to slam the door shut, but he stopped it by shoving his foot in the way.
“Move your foot!” I exclaimed.
He shook his head, his expression stubborn. “No. I’m not leaving until you talk to me, Sam.”
I tried to shove his foot out of the way but I couldn’t budge him.
“Go away!” I snapped.
“No,” he stated firmly. “I just want to talk, Sam. We need to clear the air between us or we’ll never have any kind of peace. I’m not just thinking of us. I’m thinking of Jason and Henry and what’s best for them.”
Damn him.
He knew exactly which buttons to push, and I hated him for it.
