In the Dark

Prolouge

Naked.

That's the first thought that comes to mind whenever I remember that night.

Max had trusted me to stay sober and watch him. Watch him so he wouldn't cheat on Cheese with another woman, to be extra safe. Instead, he cheated on her with me. After going to the bar after Cheese and Max had had a fight I woke up the next morning to find him, lying there. Naked.

I was sober enough to want it.

Sick.

That's what I was, sick right to the bone. The second I'd realised what I'd done I'd run to the bathroom and I threw up everywhere. A great imagine I just put into your mind, I know. I'd quickly hopped into the bath and cleaned up, hoping to some how wash away my guilt but to no avail. I just sat in the tub for hours in my apartment. I didn't even like baths, but I just winged it and took one.

I sat in there for hours till a loud thump was on the door.

"Max?" I asked cautiously.

"Yeah! Where are my clothes? I just woke up naked in your bed! Nothing happened last night, right?" His concern in his voice was louder then the yelling.

I bit back my tongue and lied to my best friend, "No. Your drunk self just decided that sleeping with clothes on is for the weak." I chuckled. "Your clothes are all over the floor, but my old roommate left some unwanted clothes behind in my wardrobe!" His reply was just a 'Thank goodness' before seemingly walking off.

Suddenly more water was added to the bathtub, and it didn't come from the taps. It took me a while to realise I was crying. The crying turned into sobs, and the sobs into wails. Max was banging on the door, asking frantically what was wrong. I didn't answer. I just chocked back my sobs with my hand, and grabbed the nearest book I could find. It was a old book that Max wouldn't know about so I thanked Mother Nature for the blessing she gave me and wrapped a towel round my chest.

"I'm fine." My stuttering words came out.

"Open up, Tee!"

"I'm in the bath, Max! Leave me alone! My favourite character just died!" I heard him chuckle behind the door and walk off, falling for my lie.

After drying my hair I walked out, and began getting dressed, as I pulled my shirt over my head my nose was greeted with the smell of pancakes. I excitedly pulled on my odd socks and ran into the kitchen, jumping up and down at the sight.

"Morning weirdo!" Max called, I didn't answer, and didn't look him in the eye as I sat down and began to chomp away at my food as fast as possible. "Tina? You alright? You look quite pale this morning." Max asked. I pulled out my phone and opened up the camera, there was a ghost of me, touching my face in shock.

"Wow. I look like something straight out a horror movie." I joked, but Max only put a finger under my chin and looked me directly in the eye.

"Are you hungover?" His stern voice asked, making my knees go weak.

"No. I've been ill for a couple of weeks, my lack of sleep has finally caught up to me after years, Max."

"Years of crying?"

"Endless tears." I smiled. I saw the sympathy in his eyes and he pulled me into a deep hug, mentally promising to keep me safe. I just buried by head further into his neck. I mentally spoke back. I'm pregnant.

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I'm Amber_CBL (the CBL stands for CyberLife) author of 'Just Another Girl' and that story's sequel on this account. Enjoy!