DISCLAIMER – I own absolutely nothing.. Nada.. Zilch.. If I did, every day would be E/O sexy time!
Authors Notes : So I got the idea for this fic at like 4am this morning in my hospital bed and decided to jam it down before I forgot..
This isn't my first fic, however, it is the first fic I have posted.. Mainly as I will be relying on you guys (the readers/reviewers) to help me out here. This is my first attempt at writing in 1st person, however I intend to flit from POV's to third person throughout the chapters.. I have a general idea of where I want this to go, so bear with me.. It may be a bumpy ride =P
I woke to darkness. A slight damp/musty smell that stung my nostrils. A throbbing head and a mouth that tasted like I'd been chewing cotton balls all night.
What the fuck did I do last night?
Rolling over I felt a sharp pain invade my lower back.
What the hell am I laid on?
With a slight groan I attempted to lift my head, stopping almost instantaneously as a sudden wave of nausea hit me.
Alcohol.
Inhaling deep and slow to compose myself, I tried to remember the events that led me here..
Drinks at J.O's with Mel & Jake... Meeting Michael for drinks at Maloneys... Argument... Shots... Argument... Calling it a night...
If I went home alone where the fuck am I?!.. Think..
Cold.. Dark.. Sound of traffic overhead..
No.. Oh please no.. I did NOT mistake the basement for my bedroom!
I opened my eyes, waiting for the spinning to subside before studying my surroundings. I can just about make out the silhouette of a washing machine in the far corner and what appears to be a sink close by..
Its official.. I decided to sleep in the fucking basement last night! I am going to kill Michael.. Vodka shots. Of all the spirits to plough me with.. Fucking Vodka shots, he knows damn well what happens when I drink that shit!
It must be about 5/6am tops... Work can wait for a few more hours. I have the feeling this is something I need to sleep off.
Rolling onto my back, a spring pierces my thigh.
SHIT!
I really need a new mattress...
...
When the fuck did I put a bed down here?!
All previous thoughts vanished as my mind sprung to attention. I jumped up only to have my arm jerked violently backwards. I turned around
I'M TIED TO THE FUCKING HEADBOARD!!.. No No No, this isn't what it looks like
I slipped into a state of panic for a few seconds, before trying to calm myself. Just as I started forming coherent thoughts.. I heard it.. The sound of a handle giving way.. Under used hinges expanding.. I held my breath as the footsteps started.. Slow heavy footsteps..
My instinct moved me to the corner of the bed, poised ready to fight. I clenched my eyes shut as the last step descended..
Quiet... The calm before the storm..
This is a misunderstanding.. I got drunk, met a guy, let him take me home and decided to have kinky sex.. I just can't remember it yet.. This is Mr Mystery now coming to untie me and bring me a cup of coffee.. A few awkward words about last night, a kiss on the cheek and I'm on my way home.. Right?
"Your awake"..
I open my eyes
"Good. I've been waiting for you to join the party.. Let the fun commence"
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Chapter ending notes: DUN DUN DUN!!! ... Haha, seriously guys, please review, let me know what you think, whether it'd be worth continuing blah blah blah =]
Like I said before, this is the 1st time I have EVER written 1st person.. so please... Don't hurt me if its that bad =D
All constructive criticism, praise, insults, random outbursts and positive energy sending accepted =]