Page 59 of Playing with Fire

He leaned down and kissed me again. It was a goodbye of some sort. I returned his kiss before he drew back his arms and released me.

He sighed as he opened the door and pushed his hair away before exiting. I followed him at a rapid pace while keeping my head low as I moved toward the kitchen.

The party atmosphere brought me back to reality as soon as I entered it.

Reality trapped me as if I had been caught in an eighteen-wheeler truck.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.

What did I do?

The nauseating feeling was returning but that wasn't what worried me. Some terrifying sensation indicated that something else was occurring within me which I disliked.

To remove those feelings, I needed to erase all my memories. I was about to do exactly that. My drinking habits are so extreme that I'll forget all of this by morning.

The next morning will resemble a usual day but I will suffer from a severe headache and an intense hangover.

I grabbed a drink and opened it. After finishing one beer I quickly moved to drink another one. I noticed Kylie coming towards me as I opened it. Oh shit.

The moment she saw me her smile faded from her laugh. "Oh my god, Em, are you okay? You look sick!" she stressed.

"I'm–I'm fine, Kylie." I stumbled on my words. She ignored what I said and placed the back of her hand on my forehead. "You're burning up, Em."

The closet felt hot. I managed to hiccup while drinking more of my beverage.

"And you look pale." She gave me an eye before continuing. She took hold of my drink as she instructed me to put it down.

Kylie I am serious and moved your drink away from you. "I'm fine."

I attempted to drink another mouthful but she intercepted and took the bottle before I could. "No. No more drinking. I'm taking you home." she said.

"Kylie, that's not necessary," I begged her.

"I don't want to hear it." She silenced me with her authority and pulled me along beside her.

Fuck. I can't leave.

I must forget about this first.

"Kylie–please, I'm okay!" I attempt to convince her to change her mind, but she refuses to move from her decision.

She has decided and I have no control over her telling my brother that she'll drive me home.

His glance toward me confirms her permission to take me home. Without warning she pulled me along the sidewalk to head towards her automobile.

Once she opened the car doors, I gave up resistance and entered the vehicle. The whole way home, I was silent.

I remained silent during the ride because I was overwhelmed with thoughts about my situation.

What have I done?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The next day unfolded exactly as I expected but had several unexpected differences.

My eyes were so watery as I woke up that it felt like tears were flowing from them along with my pounding headache. I used my fingers to clear my eyes and blinked repeatedly to remove the accumulated tears from my sleep.

According to my memory from last night Kylie transported me home before I lost consciousness. I discovered Kylie sleeping next to me when I opened my eyes this morning. These sleepovers seem to happen naturally between us.

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