I cringed as I woke up and instinctively rolled over to get out of bed. I
stopped and just lay there for a moment, trying to breath through the pain.
That's when I noticed the glass of water and pain medication on the night
stand.
I couldn't figure out who would put that there. Not my roommate. And no one else I knew in this building would have bothered. I wasn't going to really worry about it at the moment thought, I was in to much pain to really care, and I quickly got the water and pills.
I don't know how long I was laying there till I heard the door creak open, and I just lay there to see who it was. A hand reached for the glass, and I recognized the bruises on the wrist.
"Carissa?" I asked.
"Damn, your awake. I was hoping to get out of here first," she said as she turned on the lamp by the bed.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"I was gonna check on you really quick, but your roommate was gone, and the door was unlocked. What's wrong with him anyway? It's like he doesn't even give a shit," she said to me with a hand on one hip. It was hard to look at her from the position I was in on the bed. I was still on my stomach, and had to twist my head to look at her.
"He doesn't," I told her. I started ignoring her, and I heard her leave the room, but I could still hear doing things in the main portion of the apartment. I really didn't care what she was doing, I just wanted to sleep again. So I did.
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"You're a heavy sleeper," a voice said. I opened my eyes to see Carissa kneeling next to the bed, a plate of food in her hand.
"What time is it?" I asked her. She looked at her watch.
"7:00 pm. When is your roommate going to get back?" she asked me.
"I don't know....I don't really give a fuck either...we don't get along," I said as I rolled over onto my back. The ribs weren't hurting as much as they had been earlier.
"Then why the hell do you live here?" she asked as she set the plate down on the night stand.
"It's better than most places....you know what, why are you still here anyway?" I asked her. "Don't you have work? Actually I know you have work."
"They told me to not to come in tonight, they don't like me," she told me as she sat down on the end of the bed. "And you need someone here to watch you."
"I'm fine, okay?" I told her as the bedroom door was shoved open.
"You alive in here?" my roommate asked, pausing dead in his tracks when he saw Carissa.
"Well, I guess I can leave now, since no one wants me here anyway," she said before standing up and pushing past my roommate.
"Holy shit. What are you thinking?" he asked as soon as the front door slammed shut.
"What?" I asked as I sat up, flinching a bit at the pain.
"Your fucking her? Here?" he asked. I just stared at him shocked.
"You think I'm... what?! She was here to make sure I didn't die," I told him angrily.
"Oh come on, you think I'm stupid. Look at you!" he said. That's when I realized I still wasn't wearing a shirt, but still that wasn't enough reason to jump to that conclusion.
"You're the one with the problem, I can barley move and you think that's what I was doing all day?" I asked.
"Whatever man, you need to be more carful," he said before he left. I just stared at the door. Why the hell would that be the first thing he would think of? Well, I guess I knew why that was the first thing he thought of. No one had a woman around here except for Mr. Durden, if anyone else was with someone they kept it quiet.
Now that I thought about it that much, I hadn't actually had any female...'companionship' for a few years now. Of course that was what he was going to think, because that's what he would have done. Yet another reason I would have liked a different roommate. But it wasn't like we had a choice, we went where we were told. I was starting to realize how annoying that was.
I sat pack down and rolled over. I was going to have to go to work tomorrow, I couldn't leave the place alone for very long, and laying here all day was only doing harm. I didn't want her coming back here tomorrow, and the only way to do that would be to show her I didn't need help.
I couldn't figure out who would put that there. Not my roommate. And no one else I knew in this building would have bothered. I wasn't going to really worry about it at the moment thought, I was in to much pain to really care, and I quickly got the water and pills.
I don't know how long I was laying there till I heard the door creak open, and I just lay there to see who it was. A hand reached for the glass, and I recognized the bruises on the wrist.
"Carissa?" I asked.
"Damn, your awake. I was hoping to get out of here first," she said as she turned on the lamp by the bed.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"I was gonna check on you really quick, but your roommate was gone, and the door was unlocked. What's wrong with him anyway? It's like he doesn't even give a shit," she said to me with a hand on one hip. It was hard to look at her from the position I was in on the bed. I was still on my stomach, and had to twist my head to look at her.
"He doesn't," I told her. I started ignoring her, and I heard her leave the room, but I could still hear doing things in the main portion of the apartment. I really didn't care what she was doing, I just wanted to sleep again. So I did.
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"You're a heavy sleeper," a voice said. I opened my eyes to see Carissa kneeling next to the bed, a plate of food in her hand.
"What time is it?" I asked her. She looked at her watch.
"7:00 pm. When is your roommate going to get back?" she asked me.
"I don't know....I don't really give a fuck either...we don't get along," I said as I rolled over onto my back. The ribs weren't hurting as much as they had been earlier.
"Then why the hell do you live here?" she asked as she set the plate down on the night stand.
"It's better than most places....you know what, why are you still here anyway?" I asked her. "Don't you have work? Actually I know you have work."
"They told me to not to come in tonight, they don't like me," she told me as she sat down on the end of the bed. "And you need someone here to watch you."
"I'm fine, okay?" I told her as the bedroom door was shoved open.
"You alive in here?" my roommate asked, pausing dead in his tracks when he saw Carissa.
"Well, I guess I can leave now, since no one wants me here anyway," she said before standing up and pushing past my roommate.
"Holy shit. What are you thinking?" he asked as soon as the front door slammed shut.
"What?" I asked as I sat up, flinching a bit at the pain.
"Your fucking her? Here?" he asked. I just stared at him shocked.
"You think I'm... what?! She was here to make sure I didn't die," I told him angrily.
"Oh come on, you think I'm stupid. Look at you!" he said. That's when I realized I still wasn't wearing a shirt, but still that wasn't enough reason to jump to that conclusion.
"You're the one with the problem, I can barley move and you think that's what I was doing all day?" I asked.
"Whatever man, you need to be more carful," he said before he left. I just stared at the door. Why the hell would that be the first thing he would think of? Well, I guess I knew why that was the first thing he thought of. No one had a woman around here except for Mr. Durden, if anyone else was with someone they kept it quiet.
Now that I thought about it that much, I hadn't actually had any female...'companionship' for a few years now. Of course that was what he was going to think, because that's what he would have done. Yet another reason I would have liked a different roommate. But it wasn't like we had a choice, we went where we were told. I was starting to realize how annoying that was.
I sat pack down and rolled over. I was going to have to go to work tomorrow, I couldn't leave the place alone for very long, and laying here all day was only doing harm. I didn't want her coming back here tomorrow, and the only way to do that would be to show her I didn't need help.