Page 6 of Torn
Chapter Four
Rebecca
Light shining in my eyes wakes me up. I open my eyes but quickly close them with a groan. My head is killing me, and I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I feel my bed underneath me and realize I have no idea how I got here. I only had one drink, so none of this makes any sense. I force my eyes open as I try to sit up groaning again.
"Morning sleeping beauty." A deep voice sounds, and I freeze.
That’s when I see him. The guy from Carter’s conference, Storm.
What the hell is he doing here?
Why is he in my room?
What happened last night?
"You should be more careful you know." He cocks a smile at me.
"I can't believe I even have to ask you this, but what happened last night?" My voice is scratchy, and my throat is raw.
"There's some water and Motrin on your night table." He nods next to me. "Take it I'm sure your head feels like it's been split in two.
I reach for it seeing the bottle is still sealed and take a drink of it. Grabbing the bottle of medicine, I pop a couple and then finish off the entire bottle of water.
"What do you remember?" He leans forward his massive arms resting on his thighs. His presence makes my room feel so small.
"I um…not much. I remember getting to the party, and I met a guy. He ordered me a drink and then offered to give me a tour of the house." I try to search my mind for anything else, but there is nothing. Fear settles in as a pit forms in my stomach; I can feel tears forming in my eyes as I think of everything that might have happened."
“Calm down. Nothing happened.” His voice is steady.
“How do you know that? How did you even get here?” My hands scrub my face trying to make sense of this all.
"I was in the neighborhood last night when I saw you. Some guy was carrying you to his car. It was obvious that he had slipped you something from the way you couldn't even hold yourself up. I stepped in and took you back here, wanted to stay to make sure you were good." His eyes are trained on me.
“You mean he was going to…” my voice trails off at the thought of what could have happened.
“Yea, piece of shit. You gotta be careful.” I can hear the anger come out in his tone.
I shake my head trying to process everything. “How did you know where I lived?”
"You told me as I was carrying you home. I had my bike with me, but I couldn't hold you and ride at the same time."
Oh, my God. He had to carry me?
I want to sink into the covers in complete embarrassment.
“Thank you.” I cant think of anything else to say. This man saved me from what could have been a terrible situation.
"No need to thank me. You go out again you need to be more careful. Take your phone. Don't take drinks from people. Stay in a group." He raises an eyebrow at me in question, and I nod.
I can't stop the what-ifs from running through my head, and my body begins to shake.
"Shit." He says under his breath as he gets and walks over to me. He sits on the edge of the bed and pauses a moment before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me against his chest. I should pull away; I don't know him. The thing is that at this moment, in his arms, I feel safer than I ever have in my life. I relax against him and enjoy the feeling until my door opens.
"Hey, Becca I—" Sara's voice cuts off when she sees Storm and I sitting here. "Holy shit. I uh—sorry." She quickly closes the door, and I groan pulling away from him but instantly missing his warmth.
"Thank you for everything you did for me last night. I need to get dressed and go talk to her though." His eyes are focused on me, and I bite my lip nervously as I glance toward the door.
"Get yourself together, and then I'm taking you to breakfast." It wasn't a question, but a statement. He stands up and walks out of my room as I sit there frozen.
