Ryder steps back for a second, a shocked look on his face he walks back over to me, grabs my hand drags me over to the bar to grab our coats and marches us towards the front door.
“Ouch, Ryder. You’re hurting me.” I say as he is still pulling me towards the door, but with my protests he stops turns around grabs my other arm bends down and throws me over his shoulder. He throws his jacket over my ass so that nothing is showing this time.
I am so drunk that all I can do is laugh and say weeeee the whole time I am over his shoulder but I am still a champ, I can take this like a man….err…woman… yeah something like that.
Hiccup
Uh oh! That’s not a good sign. Ryder is thinking the same thing because he sighs and puts me down gently next to the car as he unlocks the doors.
“Faith, babe. If you have to puke let me know and I will pull over. Just don’t puke in the car please. Okay, babe?” He says as he rubs my cheek with his thumb.
I try to focus on him but I can’t, all I know is that I am in the car and I am tired. I start to nod in and out the last thing I remember is the car starting. The next thing I know I am being carried up my stairs. Ryder opens the front door and I instantly squirm out of his arms and run straight for my bathroom. I throw open the door and stagger as quickly as I can to the toilet, just barely making it before I throw up.
*****
I wake up in the morning wondering where the fuck I am and how I got here. I feel on the other side of the bed and am happy to realize it is empty. I sit straight up and realize that I am home and in the same clothes I wore last night. I lay back down right away because the room starts to spin and my head is killing! I roll over and let my legs hang off the bed for a second and see a glass of water and 4 Advil sitting there. I grab the pills and pop them in my mouth.
EWW! My mouth tastes like Guinness and puke. I get up and make my way into my bathroom, good to know that I drunk cleaned my bathroom last night. I brush my teeth and jump in the shower hoping it will make me feel more human.
After my shower I feel half normal and decide that I want to listen to some music while I get ready for my day. I grab my iPod and put it in the docking station.
I crack it up as loud as I want because I have no neighbors. I start to hear Imagine Dragons – Radioactive flow out of the speakers and into my ears. I dance my way to my closet and pull out a blue tank top that says “Mean people suck, Nice people swallow” on the front of it. I have had this shirt for ages and I love it.
I pull out some cut off jean shorts and a pair of white sandals. I have to work so I am not going to get too dressed up. I put on a little bit of light makeup to make the dark circles under my eyes go away and walk out of my bedroom into the kitchen to start coffee.
“That’s a hell of a way to wake someone up babe, by blaring music! Think you might want to wait till afternoon for that.” Ryder says from in the living room.
I scream for a second because I am scared shitless that he is still here. Glad I didn’t walk out naked!
“What the hell are you still doing here? How did you get in here and how did I get home?” I ask him the questions in a charging order as I prepare the coffee. I am way too hung over for this bullshit. “You know what, never mind. I think I can figure it out and I just want to say thanks.” I said to him without looking right at him.
Chapter 11 –
Will you ever trust me?
I walk into the diner and am instantly hit with a glare from Layla. What the hell did I do now? I say to myself as I walk past her and back to the backroom where I clock in. I start to wrap my apron around my waist when she comes with all of her drama.
“What the hell happened last night? When I got up this morning my car wasn’t back in my garage and when I get here it is parked
“Ouch, Ryder. You’re hurting me.” I say as he is still pulling me towards the door, but with my protests he stops turns around grabs my other arm bends down and throws me over his shoulder. He throws his jacket over my ass so that nothing is showing this time.
I am so drunk that all I can do is laugh and say weeeee the whole time I am over his shoulder but I am still a champ, I can take this like a man….err…woman… yeah something like that.
Hiccup
Uh oh! That’s not a good sign. Ryder is thinking the same thing because he sighs and puts me down gently next to the car as he unlocks the doors.
“Faith, babe. If you have to puke let me know and I will pull over. Just don’t puke in the car please. Okay, babe?” He says as he rubs my cheek with his thumb.
I try to focus on him but I can’t, all I know is that I am in the car and I am tired. I start to nod in and out the last thing I remember is the car starting. The next thing I know I am being carried up my stairs. Ryder opens the front door and I instantly squirm out of his arms and run straight for my bathroom. I throw open the door and stagger as quickly as I can to the toilet, just barely making it before I throw up.
*****
I wake up in the morning wondering where the fuck I am and how I got here. I feel on the other side of the bed and am happy to realize it is empty. I sit straight up and realize that I am home and in the same clothes I wore last night. I lay back down right away because the room starts to spin and my head is killing! I roll over and let my legs hang off the bed for a second and see a glass of water and 4 Advil sitting there. I grab the pills and pop them in my mouth.
EWW! My mouth tastes like Guinness and puke. I get up and make my way into my bathroom, good to know that I drunk cleaned my bathroom last night. I brush my teeth and jump in the shower hoping it will make me feel more human.
After my shower I feel half normal and decide that I want to listen to some music while I get ready for my day. I grab my iPod and put it in the docking station.
I crack it up as loud as I want because I have no neighbors. I start to hear Imagine Dragons – Radioactive flow out of the speakers and into my ears. I dance my way to my closet and pull out a blue tank top that says “Mean people suck, Nice people swallow” on the front of it. I have had this shirt for ages and I love it.
I pull out some cut off jean shorts and a pair of white sandals. I have to work so I am not going to get too dressed up. I put on a little bit of light makeup to make the dark circles under my eyes go away and walk out of my bedroom into the kitchen to start coffee.
“That’s a hell of a way to wake someone up babe, by blaring music! Think you might want to wait till afternoon for that.” Ryder says from in the living room.
I scream for a second because I am scared shitless that he is still here. Glad I didn’t walk out naked!
“What the hell are you still doing here? How did you get in here and how did I get home?” I ask him the questions in a charging order as I prepare the coffee. I am way too hung over for this bullshit. “You know what, never mind. I think I can figure it out and I just want to say thanks.” I said to him without looking right at him.
Chapter 11 –
Will you ever trust me?
I walk into the diner and am instantly hit with a glare from Layla. What the hell did I do now? I say to myself as I walk past her and back to the backroom where I clock in. I start to wrap my apron around my waist when she comes with all of her drama.
“What the hell happened last night? When I got up this morning my car wasn’t back in my garage and when I get here it is parked
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