T(H)RUST - Ghost x Reader

Chapter 21

A/N: Bruh, why are so many ppl reading this???? 25k, wtf! Ty all soooo much <333 This chapter will be special and I hope it will please you all.

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A throbbing headache makes itself known immediately as you wake up. When you open your eyes, the light in the room feels like thousands of needles pricking your brain, so you roll over, face into the pillow and grunt. There is an unusual smell around you, something very much not familiar. You lift your head from the pillow and look around. Your room looks normal, maybe a little messy, with some clothes on the bed and floor, but nothing is wrong. The lights are annoying and you get up from the bed and walk over to the light switch, turning the lights off. As you pass by your mirror you take a quick look at yourself. Your hair is ruffled up, looking like a bird's nest, and your makeup is quite smudged. You are wearing a t-shirt you don't recognize, must have accidentally gotten it with you from one of the guys in Mexico, it has the unusual smell on it.

The headache is one of the worst you have had in a long while. You walk into the bathroom and rummage through the cabinets, finding some Advil. You take two pills and swallow them with some water before getting back into your room and crawling into bed, pulling the duvet over your head to block out all light.

When you wake up for the second time, you look at your phone screen. It's 12:35 pm, Sunday. How could it already be Sunday? You don't remember doing anything yesterday. You see the candle on your nightstand, that you do remember picking up from outside your door, but everything else is black. The headache is not as severe anymore and you feel quite nasty, so you decide to take a shower. As you pull the t-shirt over your face you once again get a whiff of that smell, it's cigarette smoke. You sit down in the shower, not having the energy to stand up. The warm water feels nice as it flows over your skin, leaving it red. You close your eyes as you use and wash out the shampoo and conditioner.

As you get out of the shower, you hear your stomach growl and you suddenly feel very hungry. You haven't eaten since sometime around lunch yesterday and it's definitely time to. You grab your phone and call the closest pizzeria and order a regular cheese pizza. The man on the phone says the delivery will be 20 min, a little longer than you would like, but it is what it is. You walk into your room and put on some less smelly clothes, a tank top, some sweatpants, and your pink slippers. Then you make your way to the couch and sit down before turning the TV on and switching to one of the reality TV show channels. It's a guilty pleasure of yours.

You sit and lousily watch for a couple of minutes, then you hear a knock on your door. It can't possibly have been 20 minutes, the delivery man must have had another delivery close by. You get up from the couch and walk to the door. Your purse is laying on the floor and you crouch down to fish out some cash from it. There are more knocks at the door. Why is he so stressed?

"I'm coming!" you shout.

You stand back up and reach for the door handle, pulling the door inward. You hold the cash out in front of you, just wanting to quickly get your pizza, but when you look up at who's standing in front of you, it's not a delivery guy. How does he know where you live? Your mind is racing and blank at the same time and you can't seem to grab a hold of a single coherent thought. You stand there, not saying a single word.

"Can I come in?" His raspy voice breaks the silence. Your heart aches as he speaks and you grow angry, angry at how you still haven't gotten over him. You can feel your breathing and heartbeat speed up, aching in your chest. You can't let him in, it's impossible. Grabbing the door, you start to shut it, but it doesn't close. He has placed his gloved hand between the door and doorframe.