Reality

Chapter 29:Jacob

I woke up on the floor, by the couch. I grabbed the cushion, and dragged my body up. My head spun. This was one of the worst hangovers I'd ever had. My throat ached, and my eyes felt like they were being stabbed with needles. 

I wobbled to the kitchen, eyes screwed shut, squinting one eye, trying to find some pain medication. My aunt walked in. 

"How was your night?" I grabbed my ears, and winced.

"Not so loud," I hissed. She held up her hands.

"Your mom called me today." She looked at me. "She misses you."

"She should have thought of that before she kicked me out." I walked away.

"Your mother loves you, she always will." I didn't want to hear this.

I walked up to my room, and laid down on my bed, trying to ease the pain. The one from my head, and my mind. I looked at my phone, f*ck! It was 4 in the afternoon. How? I ran to the shower, cursing the pain. I washed quickly, not even bothering to make it warm. I skipped a towel, and went to look for an outfit. 

My hair was still wet so I quickly dried it, letting the curls form an Afro. I would have to cut it soon.  Where were my keys?  I checked my jacket, the ground. Then in hit me.

I was so piss drunk Kiana had to drive me home. I remember her sliding in the front seat. I had driven her to the party, so she obviously had to drive it home.

"Aunt C.! I need you to drop me off at Kiana's! She has my car, and keys!"

"Okay!" 

It was 4:45 when we reached her house, 15 minutes to spare. I knocked on the door. A man answered. 

"Kiana it's Jake!" he shouted. I winced, my brain still in pain. 

"Hi, sir." I held out my hand. He shook it, eyeing me warily. He was probably taking in my bloodshot eyes. Well, couldn't fix that.

I walked in the door, and saw Kiana wearing a turtleneck, and long slacks. Probably trying to look conservative... right. She brought food to the table, setting in down.

I brought her to me, and she hissed in pain. I was on alert.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She gasped, tears shining. What was wrong? She pulled away.

I sat at the table remembering the last time I sat here. My gut clenched, remembering Kiana sprawled naked here, riding my fingers, letting me make her come. Damn, new thoughts.

Kiana sat next to me, and it was obvious, something was wrong. I looked at her questioningly, but she just shook her head. 

Dinner went smooth, considering her mother asked if we were being safe. I reassured we hadn't gotten there, or planned to.

Kiana walked me outside, and coldly gave me my Kiana. I grabbed her arm.

"Kiana you've been acting strangely-" The sleeve of her shirt pulled up when I grabbed her, revealing a large bruise. It was in the shape of fingers.

"What-" 

Flashback. "You little cockblocking b*itch!"  Bile rose in the back of my throat. I did not say that to her! I tried to remember more, but it was blank.

Kiana yanked her arm from me. "Leave."she hissed.

"But-"

"Now, please." She turned, not looking back.

What the hell happened?