Page 20 of Acid

I sigh as I grab the water and painkillers, taking them. I sip the water this time, not wanting to be sick. I feel disgusting. I lift my arm and smell my pit, scrunching my nose in disgust.

“Oh god,” I groan. I decide as Acid is out to use his shower. I could go back to my room, but I don’t want to risk anyone else seeing me in this state. I gingerly get up, my body still protesting any movement. I open one of his draws, looking for a T-shirt to pinch. “That is not a T-shirt,” I mutter to myself as I pick up a set of handcuffs, and what looks like wrist and ankle restraints. I raise my brow. “Acid be kinky.” I snort. I open another draw and see the T-shirts. “Thank god,” I sigh, a little worried what I would stumble upon next. I grab the first T-shirt there and head into the shower.

As soon as I get under the hot spray, I moan. God, that feels good. I grab Acid’s shampoo and wash my hair. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you?” I hear Acid’s deep voice say.

I scream and jump, cringing when the shampoo runs into my eyes. “Acid! What the fuck! Get out!” I screech. “Ow, fuck! My eyes,” I hiss.

“Here,” he says. He grabs my hand and places a towel in it

I quickly wipe my eyes before I stick my head around the shower curtain. “Seriously! I’m in the shower!” I screech.

“I didn’t look,” he states, his eyes sparkling a little.

“Liar,” I counter.

He smirks. “I promise, I was a complete gentleman,” he says, crossing his heart.

“Can I finish?” I ask.

“Of course, of course,” he says, smiling. He walks towards the door but stops just before walking out. “Uh um, nice tattoo.” He winks.

I quickly throw the towel at him. He roars with laughter as he shuts the door behind him. I laugh quietly to myself, feeling embarrassment hit my cheeks.

After the shower, I walk back into his room and see him sprawled out on his bed with his hands behind his head. I stop in front of the bed and fold my arms across my chest. His playful blue eyes land on mine.

“I’m sorry,” he apologises, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. “Seriously though, who did that tattoo?” he asks.

I roll my eyes. It was just a silly little flower inked just above my behind. “Me. I did it when I was like 16, using a mirror. That’s why it’s wonky and faded.” I sit down on the opposite end of the bed.

“It’s pretty fucking good considering you did it on yourself,” he compliments.

I scrunch up my nose and shake my head. “I’ve drawn better. I used to do it for friends when I was at college,” I tell him.

He raises his brow. “Why didn’t I know this?” he asks.

“Because I didn’t tell you.” I shrug. “It’s irrelevant,” I sigh. “Anyway, I better go and see Oliver, and actually behave like a parent,” I add as I get off the bed.

I stop at his door. “Thank you,” I say softly.

He gives me a nod. “No worries, but just so you know, Olly has decided he wants to marry a stripper when he’s older,” he teases.

I let out a small laugh as I leave. Walking down to the main area, I see that they’ve set up a TV and a brand new games console in the corner. Oliver and Hawk are sat next to each other, playing some kind of alien fighting game.

“How long have I been asleep?” I ask, looking around.

Star comes up behind me. “Looks good, huh?” she says, making me jump.

“Seriously, you all didn’t have to do this,” I say, feeling a little stunned.

“Oh, we didn’t do it,” she states.

I frown and look at her confused. “But who did?” I ask.

“Acid. He said to Ghost about it. He pointed out that as soon as the kids are a little older, they would be on there playing it.” She shrugged.

“He bought all that?” I ask.

Star smiles. “Yeah.”

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