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⚠️TW: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF ABUSE. IF THIS TOPIC MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE SKIP RICKYS PART OF THE CHAPTER.⚠️
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- N I N I -

I woke up with a pounding headache. I don't remember much from last night, but I do remember I was at a birthday party for myself. Once I finally found the strength to open my eyes, fear quickly overtook my body.

I was in an unfamiliar room that I've never seen before. Did I hook up with someone last night? I quickly look under the covers and am relieved to find I am still in the clothes I was wearing last night. My eyes scan around the room I was in, taking everything in. The walls were a dark blue colour, with white crown moulding around the base of the roof. There was a big window on the right, with a view of the street. There was another door to my left, which I assumed was an en suite. The bedroom door opened and my mouth practically falls to the floor when I see who walked in.

Ricky Bowen.

"We can cut to the chase if you want, no we didn't have sex." Ricky says, closing the bedroom door and then leaning against it. I feel like a huge weight is lifted off my shoulders as soon as he says that.

"Why am I in your bedroom?" I ask, my voice soft and shaky.

"Well, I was driving you home last night and then you threw up all over my dads car so I decided just to bring you here instead of driving 15 minutes back to your house. And then you kept falling over while I was trying to bring you up here, so then I had to pick you up. Then when I finally got you in here and comfortable I crashed on the couch." Ricky explains, still leaning against the door.

"Oh." I simply say.

"Yeah. You can take a shower if you want, I heard they help with hangovers."

"I don't have any clothes."

Ricky walks over to his dresser, opens the dresser and tosses me some clothes. He gave me a plain white tee shirt, and some baggy shorts.

"Thanks." I say, getting up from the bed and make my way over to the en suite.

I close the door behind me and lock it, and once im fully in the first thing my eyes are drawn to is a picture.

I walk closer to it and pick it up. It's a picture of Ricky when he was a couple years younger and an older woman with dark hair who I assumed was his mom. She was gorgeous.

I take a fast shower, throw on the clothes Ricky gave me and walk back into his bedroom. Ricky was laying on his bed on his phone.

"Gina's in the driveway, she's driving you home. Keep the clothes, I never wear them anyway." Ricky says, not taking his eyes off his phone.

"Okay, thanks." I say, leaving Rickys bedroom.

I walk out of Rickys house and enter Ginas car.

"Do I even want to know?" Gina asks.

"Nah, probably not." I say, buckling my seatbelt.

⚠️ - R I C K Y - ⚠️

I didn't clean the car.

I was going to do it after Nini fell asleep, but I was too tired and fell asleep as soon as my back hit the couch. Basically the moral of the story is; I'm really fucking screwed. This wasn't even my car, it was my dads. If he sees the vomit all over the car, I'm so dead.

I tried to clean it after Nini left, but it literally wouldn't come out. The vomit was like- stuck to the seats and shit. Because of Nini, I'm basically a dead man walking.