Rock n Roll Promises (YAE) (Rock n Roll Paraphantasy Series) by AmBear Shellea

just
fascinates me.”
     
“They all fascinate you!”
    Is that jack from the bar Sebastian is arguing
with? Are they talking about me? Oh no, he must
have told him about last night.
    She threw the covers back and softly slid off the
bed.
There has to be a light in here somewhere.
She crept across the carpet, arms out, zombie
style, in search of the closest wall and a light
switch. Her fingers ran along the wall until she felt
a smooth surface under her hand.
Aha!
As she flipped the switch, light erupted
throughout the room and temporarily blinded her.
With her arm shielding her eyes, she peeked passed
her eyelids and searched for her clothes. She hazily
noticed the dark walls and the dark furniture, but it
was the scene on the bed that sent her into panic
mode. The cream satin sheets were splashed with
crimson.
What happened in here? Oh my God, whose
blood is that?
Her heart starring in a drum line, rapidly beat in
her chest as she frantically searched herself for
injuries. She noted her body ached, but she found
nothing. There were no cuts, no broken bones, and
certainly no holes or gashes to equal that amount of
blood loss. Her head popped up, she crossed the
room to the vanity and stared into the mirror. Her
hair was matted to her head, her eyes were still
puffy from sleep, and her skin looked a bit pale.
She found it a second later. Her heart and her
breath stuck in her throat, choking the life from her,
as fear held her in a tight grip. She leaned closer to
her reflection to inspect the blood on her neck and
right shoulder. Her hands pulled and tugged at the
skin, but no marks showed . She broke out in a cold
sweat.
No evidence of a cause .
She licked her fingers and ran it across the stain
upon her neck. It wiped clean away showing perfect
undamaged skin. She was afraid and confused. Her
mind went into a tailspin as she tried to figure it out.
She recounted her evening, searching for a clue.
Piece by piece, the picture formed.
The bar…Sebastian…limo…drinks…bedroom…
no it can’t be. There has to be another explanation.
Her eyes darted around the room searching for
her dress to no avail. She ran to the closet and
yanked it open. Rummaging through the clothes,
she found a long, white button-up shirt. She
snatched it off the hanger. As she worked the
buttons and covered her nudity, she listened for the
voices outside the door.
They are still there and still arguing. I don’t want
to get in the middle of what they are yelling about,
but I have to know what happened. Obviously that’s
not my blood all over the bed, but it belongs to
someone. I have heard of people doing and seeing
some weird things, but this…this is just crazy.
Running on pure adrenaline, she walked to the
door and prepared herself. She took three deep
breaths and tried to keep her breathing even. Unsure
of its cause, be it fear, the rush of adrenaline, or
both, her body shook and she couldn’t stop it. Her
eyes closed and she tried to focus on the need for
answers. She failed.
With her back to the wall, she slid to the floor.
She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her
arms around them. Her head hung as she cried. The
flood gates opened and tears streamed down her
face as she shook from her uncontrollable sobs. She
couldn’t get a firm grip on her emotions. The blood
on the bed scared her, but the thought of whom it
belonged to and how it got there terrified her.
What did we do? He seemed so nice. Who else
joined us in that bed? Why is there so little blood on
me and so much on the sheets? Was I just there and
not really a part of it? Did something happen while
I slept?
She jumped and crawled away when Sebastian
flung open the door. Her back hit the dresser and
she had nowhere else to go. His towering frame
advanced. She felt her heart burst to life wildly in
her neck. Her eyes searched the room, frantically
looking for an escape route.
Cornered.
His reaction caught her attention and confusion
struck her mind. He dropped to