I wake up to the sudden brightness hitting my skin, making me blink a few times before opening my eyes completely; confusion surrounds me fully.
My head aches immediately as soon as I sit up straight, not knowing the whole cause of it. As I look around, I realise that I don't remember how I end up being in my bedroom when I was clearly in the living room with Hannah—which makes me realise.
She's the cause of it. She's the main cause.
I turn to look at the note near me:
Last night was great!
Bet your wife wouldn't be so happy about it but don't worry it'll be our little secret.
Xoxo, Hannah
My jaw clenches in anger as I keep on reading the note over and over again—not completely believing that she framed me into this. There's no prove of what happened last night due to the fact that I can't even the slightest remember a thing.
She might be lying. She might've said the truth.
I crumple the note with the amount of anger within my body, not really understanding how the hell it all happened in a short amount of time. My life is slowly killing me inside, just by this stupid mistake.
Hannah will probably use this against me.
She might want to destroy me, that's a possibility.
My eyebrows remain furrow at the sudden sound on the ground which causes me to look down, seeing that my alarm has been ringing for the past two minutes of me thinking of my current issue.
''Shit, I'm going to be late.'' I mutter to myself.
Just like that, I immediately push the covers away from my body—somehow, feeling disgusted if what she said was true. As I pack my things, I can't help but continue to think of what might've happened.
How did I end up unconscious?
''Hey,'' I pick up the call before closing the door behind me, locking it afterwards. I head straight towards the cab that I've called fifteen minutes ago, bringing my backpack at the backseat with me.
''What happened last night? I called but you didn't answer. We went to your apartment—'' I cut Daniel off, knowing that I don't really want to talk about this or anything that was planned last night.
''I was tired. Sorry that I couldn't make it,'' I reply.
He stays quiet for a few seconds, ''No big deal. When's your flight? Want me to come and meet you up at the airport with Cole? You know, you might not be back here in Australia when you're too busy with your own country,'' He says, chuckling at the end.
''Sure. Meet me there as soon as possible,''
Just like that, I end up the call.
I am immediately drifted away with my own thoughts, making me want to just recall the memories from last night but nothing. Nothing came up but pieces of me talking with Hannah—other than that, none.
As I think of a better solution, I move forward.
My fingers type quickly onto my phone:
Evelyn, something happened last night. I need to be honest with you. Will you be able to just at least understand me? — Sent
Within a couple of minutes, I receive a reply.
Sounds serious. What happened? Please, don't tell me that you got yourself in jail. — Evelyn
It's much more worst than that. — Sent
I can't stop thinking about it. Evelyn is the only one that I can trust at the moment; I will tell Emma as soon as I land in London, as soon as I meet her. That will have to wait for now—Evelyn's the one I got.
Wow, I don't like where this is heading. So, tell me. What happened? — Evelyn
I hesitate at first, almost wanting to drop this text message and just change the subject but I know that I can't keep it to myself any longer. What if she tries to use it against me and do something far from what I expect? Then, Evelyn and Emma might not believe me at all; that's also a possibility. So, I should tell.
Remember when you called last night? Well, I wasn't actually alone. Hannah was there with me, she came to apologise and I let her in. Yes, that was fucking stupid of me. I know but my stupidity is not the issue right now. I don't know how I'm supposed to say this! — Sent
Wait. Don't tell me. I know. — Evelyn
What? — Sent
You slept with her, didn't you? — Evelyn
Evelyn took the words out of my mouth or fingers; fitting my current position. I feel my whole body goes cold—almost seeing the end of my life.
I don't know. — Sent
What do you mean you don't know?! Emery, this is not a fucking joke. You're married, for fuck's sake. You were supposed to control and not take marriage lightly. What would Emma say when she hears this? — Evelyn
No! You don't understand. She drugged me, Evelyn. I didn't remember what happened last night other than the fact that she came over. That's why I turn to you for help. You're the only one who knows me better. — Sent
Look, don't tell anyone about this. Now that they know who YOU are, they might be using this against you. Trust me, you can't just trust anyone because they might be liars. Just, get on your flight and land safely. We'll talk about this as soon as you arrive home. — Evelyn
Trust me, I'll help you sort this out. — Evelyn
I stay quiet for a few seconds, only staring at my phone before letting out a deep sigh; knowing that I have to stay calm in order to help myself in this.
Thanks, love you. — Sent
I love you too. Stay safe. — Evelyn
Just like that, I begin to lock my phone and put it in my jeans' pocket—giving the cab driver the amount that has to be paid before stepping out of the car.
Emery
I wake up to the sudden brightness hitting my skin, making me blink a few times before opening my eyes completely; confusion surrounds me fully.
My head aches immediately as soon as I sit up straight, not knowing the whole cause of it. As I look around, I realise that I don't remember how I end up being in my bedroom when I was clearly in the living room with Hannah—which makes me realise.
She's the cause of it. She's the main cause.
I turn to look at the note near me:
Last night was great!
Bet your wife wouldn't be so happy about it but don't worry it'll be our little secret.
Xoxo, Hannah
My jaw clenches in anger as I keep on reading the note over and over again—not completely believing that she framed me into this. There's no prove of what happened last night due to the fact that I can't even the slightest remember a thing.
She might be lying. She might've said the truth.
I crumple the note with the amount of anger within my body, not really understanding how the hell it all happened in a short amount of time. My life is slowly killing me inside, just by this stupid mistake.
Hannah will probably use this against me.
She might want to destroy me, that's a possibility.
My eyebrows remain furrow at the sudden sound on the ground which causes me to look down, seeing that my alarm has been ringing for the past two minutes of me thinking of my current issue.
''Shit, I'm going to be late.'' I mutter to myself.
Just like that, I immediately push the covers away from my body—somehow, feeling disgusted if what she said was true. As I pack my things, I can't help but continue to think of what might've happened.
How did I end up unconscious?
''Hey,'' I pick up the call before closing the door behind me, locking it afterwards. I head straight towards the cab that I've called fifteen minutes ago, bringing my backpack at the backseat with me.
''What happened last night? I called but you didn't answer. We went to your apartment—'' I cut Daniel off, knowing that I don't really want to talk about this or anything that was planned last night.
''I was tired. Sorry that I couldn't make it,'' I reply.
He stays quiet for a few seconds, ''No big deal. When's your flight? Want me to come and meet you up at the airport with Cole? You know, you might not be back here in Australia when you're too busy with your own country,'' He says, chuckling at the end.
''Sure. Meet me there as soon as possible,''
Just like that, I end up the call.
I am immediately drifted away with my own thoughts, making me want to just recall the memories from last night but nothing. Nothing came up but pieces of me talking with Hannah—other than that, none.
As I think of a better solution, I move forward.
My fingers type quickly onto my phone:
Evelyn, something happened last night. I need to be honest with you. Will you be able to just at least understand me? — Sent
Within a couple of minutes, I receive a reply.
Sounds serious. What happened? Please, don't tell me that you got yourself in jail. — Evelyn
It's much more worst than that. — Sent
I can't stop thinking about it. Evelyn is the only one that I can trust at the moment; I will tell Emma as soon as I land in London, as soon as I meet her. That will have to wait for now—Evelyn's the one I got.
Wow, I don't like where this is heading. So, tell me. What happened? — Evelyn
I hesitate at first, almost wanting to drop this text message and just change the subject but I know that I can't keep it to myself any longer. What if she tries to use it against me and do something far from what I expect? Then, Evelyn and Emma might not believe me at all; that's also a possibility. So, I should tell.
Remember when you called last night? Well, I wasn't actually alone. Hannah was there with me, she came to apologise and I let her in. Yes, that was fucking stupid of me. I know but my stupidity is not the issue right now. I don't know how I'm supposed to say this! — Sent
Wait. Don't tell me. I know. — Evelyn
What? — Sent
You slept with her, didn't you? — Evelyn
Evelyn took the words out of my mouth or fingers; fitting my current position. I feel my whole body goes cold—almost seeing the end of my life.
I don't know. — Sent
What do you mean you don't know?! Emery, this is not a fucking joke. You're married, for fuck's sake. You were supposed to control and not take marriage lightly. What would Emma say when she hears this? — Evelyn
No! You don't understand. She drugged me, Evelyn. I didn't remember what happened last night other than the fact that she came over. That's why I turn to you for help. You're the only one who knows me better. — Sent
Look, don't tell anyone about this. Now that they know who YOU are, they might be using this against you. Trust me, you can't just trust anyone because they might be liars. Just, get on your flight and land safely. We'll talk about this as soon as you arrive home. — Evelyn
Trust me, I'll help you sort this out. — Evelyn
I stay quiet for a few seconds, only staring at my phone before letting out a deep sigh; knowing that I have to stay calm in order to help myself in this.
Thanks, love you. — Sent
I love you too. Stay safe. — Evelyn
Just like that, I begin to lock my phone and put it in my jeans' pocket—giving the cab driver the amount that has to be paid before stepping out of the car.
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