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wickedtomboy

Don't Go

Chapter 8

"NayNay." Heather sing-songed as she took a strand of my hair and trilled it around her fingers. "Where are we?"

"We are making our way up to your apartment." I responded. Trying to remain as calm as possible seeing as I am carrying a very toned dancer up two flights of stairs.

"My apartment? But I don't like my apartment. I like yours." Heather pouted.

I smiled at the blonde's child-like behavior. "Why do you like my apartment?"

"Because your there silly." Heather stated matter-of-factly. She leaned in closer to me and placed a light kiss on my cheek.

"Heather." I said sternly, holding her away from me slightly. She just giggled and began to mess with my hair again.

"Your hair is so pretty. It like…sparkles." Heather said with awe.

"You are so wasted." I stated. Laughing at Heather's playfulness but then a feeling of dread came over me. Was I the reason Heather was wasted? Why would she do that to herself?

"There's my door NayNay! You carried me all the way up here!" Heather laughed again, then she burped. Which just made her laugh some more. Yeah, that was a pleasant smell.

I took Heather's keys out of her purse and unlocked her door.

"Yay! We're here! You are so strong!" Heather yelled, then she buried her head into the base of my neck. And wrapped her arms around me.

"Yep. I'm a superhero." I responded. Placing her purse on the counter, kicking the door shut, and carrying Heather to her bed.

"Alright. Here we are." I said. Trying to lay her down on the mattress. But her grip tightened around me. "HeMo. Let go. It's time for you to get some rest." She didn't move. So I removed her from my body and gently laid her down on the bed. I walked over to the bathroom, grabbed the trashcan and the ibuprofen, then placed the trashcan next to the edge of the bed and the medicine on the night stand. I walked into the kitchen and made a glass of water and placed it next to the medicine.

I made my way over to what looked like a passed out HeMo and removed her shoes. I walked up to the front edge of the bed and lifted Heather's upper half off the bed and took off her shirt, then her bra, and lastly her jeans. I walked over to her dresser and pulled out sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then I slipped them on the blonde. Even in the most simplest clothing, she looks like a goddess.

I began to make my towards her bedroom door. Then I heard her small, angel voice:

"Don't go."

I stopped. My heart stopped. My body stopped.

"Naya, please. I-I miss you."

My felt my body begin to shake. Not knowing what to do. I knew what it was like to be in her shoes. And how much it hurt when she left. I didn't want to cause that much pain for HeMo. Especially since I am the reason she is like this to begin with.

I turned and looked at her. Her eyes found mine. I made my way over to the bed. Letting my heart make my decision for me. Heather scooted over to the other side of the bed giving me room. I slid in next to her, remembering her warmth and loving every second of it. She cuddled in next to me, wrapping her arms around my body, pulling me into her, acting as if she was never going to let go.

"Thank you for helping me tonight Nay. And for staying." Heather whispered in the darkness. I didn't respond. After a while I thought that she had fallen asleep. But then,

"Did you…did you…sleep with her?" Heather asked. Her voice breaking several times. I felt my heart shatter and I pulled her closer.

"No. I wouldn't…I couldn't do that to you. To us." I whispered revealing the real reason why I didn't sleep with her.

Heather didn't respond. She just started to cry into my chest. And I just held her. Until we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up the next morning and felt the absence of the blonde. I lifted my body up to look around the room. The water was half gone and the pill bottle was opened. The trashcan was gone as well. I got out of bed and went into the main part of the apartment. Then I saw it.

A beautiful bouquet of roses was in the middle of her table. There were two plates of scrambled eggs, pancakes, and bacon. With a certain woman pouring orange juice into glasses. She turned and smiled at me, begging me to stay.

What the hell? I am going to sit and enjoy a delicious breakfast. With a beautiful blonde.