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I attempted to roll over to my side but was blocked by something. Panic ran through my body instantly. Things that I knew were that I was on a bed and something was holding me there...
Worst Case Scenario One: Somebody has kidnapped me and is holding me captive on the bed to do Goodness knows what.
Worst Case Scenario Two: Somebody wants to murder me and thought crushing my body would be a slow and painful death.
I guess there was only one way to find out. I slowly opened my eyes and took in the surroundings. I was in a familiar room. I glanced down, noticing a tan, muscely arm slung over my abdomen.
I sighed in relief and a bubble of laughter left my lips at what my groggy mind had come up with. Slowly, I slid out from underneath Jason's capture. I looked back at him, making sure he hadn't stirred. His face was smooshed into the mattress and his blond, floppy hair trailing over his face. I smiled at him. He was too cute.
It wasn't until I was up and in the shower, before last night's events processed into my still-asleep-groggy mind. I gasped when I remembered what Dr. Nelson had said. My foot slipped out from underneath me and the back of my head connected with the cool tiles behind me.
"Ouch!" I cried, cradling my head in my hands.
Why did I always do that!?
I sighed deeply. I stepped out, toweled off and wrapped the fluffy material around my body. I emerged out and crouched down next to my bag and rummaged through it. I settled on wearing a long sleeve, red shirt and tight jeans.
After slipping these on, I re-hung my towel back up in Jason's bathroom. Since I hadn't bothered to wet my hair, it was falling down in natural tumbles down my shoulders. I brushed my teeth and splashed the cold water on my face, as though that would help me figure out a solution to this problem.
How could I break the news to Miranda and Jason?
I sighed, yet again and went back into his room. He was still dead asleep. I fished my phone out from my bag and saw I had two missed calls from Mel and a text message asking where I was. I clutched the phone in my hand and crept out of his room. I tip-toed all the way down the hall and out onto his balcony. Cool air met me, nipping at my exposed face and hands.
I shivered, cursing myself for not packing a jumper in my haste yesterday. I ignored the cold and dialled Mel's number, not caring if it was only eight a.m. She might be awake, she might not. She usually slept pretty late.
Throughout my mental rant, Mel had answered.
"Er- Emma? Are you there?"
"Oh what?" I asked. "Sorry, spacing out."
"Oh phew," she said, sighing in relief. "I went to your house last night and neither you or Luke were home. I began to get worried. Where are you?"