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31. The Morning After.

I woke up to the most brain-bashing headache I had ever had in my life; much worse than the passed. I never wanted to get myself hard like that again ever. Not even on my wedding night did I want to drink that hard. Oh my God it just killed! It didn't help either that I felt the warm sunshine of my face glaring through the window of my bedroom and my eyes squinting in attempt to keep the sun from burning my eyes. I felt like I was going to throw up all over my bed sheets now. The cars driving outside sounded like a million chainsaws going off at once. I wanted them to SHUT UP right now. God, I needed Ryder to shut them up now.

Ryder.

I smiled as I remembered last night. Ryder came over to Lark's apartment and we made love last night. At least three times before I fell asleep from all the sex we had and slept on a lovely dream. God, Lark was probably going to talk to us all day about the noises Ryder and I made. I pulled the blankets up further around my nude body and turned around with my eyes still shut to face Ryder. God he was going to be in so much trouble with his parents for skipping his appointment this morning. But in a little way that made me feel special.

I heard him snoring softly. I could image his puffy nose breathing in and out with his chest rising up and down.

I opened them to give him a morning kiss when, to my horror, I saw not Ryder.

Lark.

Holy. Fucking. . Shit.

I kept blinking my eyes, thinking I was seeing him by accident, but nothing changed. I still saw the shirtless blond sleeping next to me. Maybe we did nothing, maybe I'm naked only and he kept his pants on. What guy has sex and put his pants back on to sleep after that? But when I lifted the sheets up I saw him with no pants on, no boxers on. Just him.

Fuck.

I got up from the bed, taking the top sheet with me and wrapped it around my body. I found my underwear on the ground, next to my shoes and my dress, but not my bra. I looked around but found nothing.

Fuck.

I hurried out of the room and ran into the bathroom and dropped the bed sheet. I washed my face with cold water and got dressed. I grabbed a box of cigarettes and a lighter from the sink and hurried out of the room.

I grabbed my bag and ran out of the apartment.

When I got back to my house, which was empty, I hurried up to my room and the second I hit my bed I sobbed. I was a horrible person now, just a horrible person. I cheated...I cheated on the guy I loved more than myself. Who I loved more than music and my songs. And I fucking cheated on him with...his cousin! The cousin he hates more than all the bullies at school! I couldn't stop crying. How was I suppose to tell him? Should I tell him? Of course I had to tell him, that would just make more horrible if I didn't tell him as soon as possible.

I lost my train of thought when my phone rang. I looked at the caller I.D and saw Lark's name. That stupid bastard has the nerve to call me!

I answered and screamed at the top of my lungs. "DON'T YOU DARE EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN YOU BASTARD!"

"Marley?" He sounded perplexed. "Marley, can we talk?"

"NO! I DON'T EVER WANNA TALK TO YOU AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, LUKAS RICHARD STEWART? IF YOU EVER TRY TO CALL ME AGAIN OR COME UP TO ME IN PERSON I WILL FUCKING POUND YOU IN THE FACE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU BASTARD? I WILL POUND YOU!" I screeched louder than my voice could ever go into the talking part of my phone. I hung up after that and didn't answer him.

I didn't answer the sixteen calls he made, or the ten messages he wrote. Call me. Text me. Talk 2 me. Please?

Ryder called a few times too. But I didn't answer him. I didn't want to talk to him. Not yet. I couldn't talk to him yet. I couldn't face him and tell him anything.

God, Lark, stop calling.

After the last call he made I picked me phone up. There was one person I trusted more with my life and although I knew he hated Lark just as much as Ryder, I needed him right now. He was the only other person I could trust right now when it came to Lark things and even though I know his inner mind will say "I told you so," He would never dare say it aloud to me.

I picked my phone and dialed the number until I could hear the other end ring.

"Marley?"

"B—Blaine?" I sobbed. "C—come over, please."

"Marley? What's wrong?"

"Please!" I cried into the phone. "Come over!"

"Give me forty-five minutes or less."

Forty-five minutes on the dot Blaine came into the house and called out for me. I was already on the couch still sobbing with a pillow at my chest. Blaine came running over and embrace me into the hug. He rocked me in his arms and asked me what happened. But all I did was bury my head into his chest and mutter to him, "Don't tell Ryder...Don't tell Ryder..."

I'm such a terrible person.