Lost in Miami

Chapter 8

When I woke up, it was morning. I had no idea how long I slept. I stretch out beneath the duvet, and felt sore. Images of last night flashed in front of my eyes and I was up in a flash. Oh my god what have I done! The bed was empty and I heard water running inside the bathroom. He was taking a shower. I don’t think I can face him. I have an idea that I may be the one who initiated this but I was drunk. s**t! I regret this. I should get out of here. I jumped out of the bed and…Oh my….my legs! s**t I don’t have time for this. I quickly looked around the room and found my clothes neatly folded on the sofa which was on the side. I dressed myself and was about to leave but felt it would be too rude so I took the pen on the tea table and wrote down a note.

It was a mistake. I’m sorry for what I did yesterday by initiating this. I was too drunk and pushed you too hard to do this. It was my fault. Thank you for yesterday.

Rachel

I kept the note on the table and left his condo. I hailed a taxi and went home. Once arrived, I got out, paid the cabby and went inside straight to my bedroom upstairs. I kick my sandals off and made my way towards the bathroom, stripping myself of the clothes from last night and tossing them in the direction of the hamper.

In the bathroom, I start up the shower and let the hot water run down my body from head to toe. I stretched a bit and the stinging pain told me that I was very sore. I left the shower and went to take a towel before I caught my reflection in the mirror. The bruises in the shape of fingerprints on my thighs and hips, the hickeys on my shoulders and neck. I brought my hands to my lips my fingers brushing them softly as I closed my eyes thinking about the way he kissed me and…..

Stop right there! It was a mistake…. It shouldn’t have happened!

My subconscious mind is barking at me but Oh Well. I should stop thinking about what happened. It was just a one night stand, no big deal. These things happen. I shake my head dropping my hand, took the towel, wiped myself and got dressed into a comfortable home-wear.

I plugged my already dead phone to the charger and it sprung back to life. There were 19 missed calls of Greta. I called her back immediately.

“Are you freaking nuts! I’ve calling you. Why weren’t you picking up the phone?”

“I’m sorry Greta. It’s just…. I got drunk last night and came back late and went straight to bed. I didn’t hear the phone ringing.”

“It’s fine. I was gonna drop by just to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Okay I’ll call you later, Imma eat something now. Bye.”

I hung up the phone quickly. I hate lying to Greta but I guess this is something I cannot tell anyone. Firstly it would be very embarrassing to tell how I came on to him and forced him to do that. Secondly, if such news gets out and Austin gets offended…. I would be done for!

I went downstairs into the kitchen and poked my head inside the fridge. I was so hungry; I took out 2 eggs and bread to make breakfast. And the Sunday went by eventually half sleeping and other time watching Netflix. In the evening I ordered a pizza for myself while preparing for my first day at work tomorrow. I took out my outfit which I’m gonna wear tomorrow. I was half ecstatic half nervous but this was something I achieved on my own for the first time. I wanted to share these things with my family, my closed ones. But there was no one. I looked around the room all empty and I felt a pang of sadness.

Moments later the doorbell rang. Must be the pizza. I took the pizza paid the delivery girl and ate it while watching some random movie on Netflix.

The next morning I woke up extra early. Not wanna be late on the very first day. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Holding the toothbrush, I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking about Mytheresa. After a while, I came out of the bathroom taking a bath and dressed myself in the formal attire I bought yesterday. I took two slices of bread and left the house. The house was a bit far from Mytheresa so I decided to hail a cab until I do something about my own ride. Just sitting down, a message popped up. The message was sent by Kylie,

How are you doing Rachel?

I held the phone in both my hands and hurried back to the message

Kylie I’m okay, don’t worry.