Page 90 of Wrecked
My eyes fly open, landing on Brandy crouched by the side of my bed, looking like she just woke up recently. I shove myself back to the other side of the bed, the movement giving me vertigo. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand, a mixture of panic and annoyance filling my tone.
She rises to her feet, crossing her arms, and that's when I see that she's only wearing panties along with one ofmyt-shirts.
Fuck.No.
No, no, no, no.
What the fuck have Idone?
Panic grips at my throat as I feel the blood drain from my face. A sour taste rising from the pit of my stomach fills my mouth, and I know I'm going to be sick. I stumble from my bed, fly toward the bathroom and barely make it to the toilet before hurling.
“Well, that's a little insulting,” Brandy scoffs from somewhere behind me.
I don't even acknowledge her as I continue emptying the contents of my stomach. My memories from this past week are spotty at best but they're practically non-existent for the past two days. I'm not even sure how I made it here.
The panic that's suffocating me only intensifies as thoughts of Jasmine and what this is going to do to her keep spinning through my head. How could I have fucking done this? The tears now lining my eyes are not only from the puking but from the thought of how badly I've screwed up.
This can't be undone. It can't be ignored or buried off to the side with other dirty secrets.
How can we possibly get through this?
How can she possibly forgive me?
And how can I possibly continue on without her?
Once my stomach has settled and is no longer contracting, I push to my feet and move to the sink to wash my face with cold water. I catch sight of Brandy through the mirror while drying the water off, and my stomach sours again.
I grip the sink while dropping my chin and hanging my head. The thought of actually touching her, or touchinganyoneother than Jasmine that way, sickens me.
“You need to fucking go.”
Crossing her arms, she leans against the doorway,notleaving. “Yeah, I knew you were going to be an asshole about it, so I was waiting until after your little episode before telling you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Hopelessness drips from every word I mumble out. I'm not in the mood for her games.
One of her gratified smirks appears when I drag my head up to glance at her through the mirror again. “Well, I don't know what you think happened last night, but we didn't fuck.”
“What?” I burst out, spinning around so fast to face her that my head swirls a little.
“We. Didn't. Screw,” she says, enunciating every word. “You were way too drunk. Plus, you didn't evenwantto. You just wanted to cuddle and kept calling me Jasmine. It was a turn-off, and I slept on the couch.”
“Oh,thank fuck,” I breathe out, closing my eyes and rubbing a hand over my face.
Relief like I've never experienced before fills my chest and spreads, making my entire body feel like jello. I almost feel like sinking to the ground.
Despite feeling like utter shit, I no longer feel like I'm on the verge of dying.
“Uh, yeah, don't celebrate too quickly.” She rolls her eyes and then looks to the side like she's actually offended. I can't even find it in me to feel bad right now. I'm just so incredibly grateful that I didn't completely destroy everything with Jasmine, the only woman I've ever loved. And I do love her so damn much.
Brandy needs to leave. I open my mouth to tell her as much but then she speaks again. “She was here. A little while ago.”
Those feelings from mere seconds ago disappear in an instant, leaving dread in their wake. “What do you mean?”
She snickers. “Jazwas here. I told her that it's not what it looks like, but she didn't stick around to find out from you. Looked like she'd been crying or something.”
“Shit,” I hiss out, reaching up to stab a hand into my hair and pulling at the roots.
My stomach churns, threatening to expel the remaining contents, so I look down, sucking in and blowing out a few deep breaths.
