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Bad Day

 

I was about five feet away from the store, when a deafening explosion occurs and sends me flying. I thought I was in `The Matrix,' only that I wasn't and landed hard on the pavement floor. Covering my head as the shattered glass rains down on me; I feel a slight sting on the back of my left hand and some part of my body also. It feels like an eternity when I finally gets on my feet and let the glasses on top of me fall off to the ground. I turn around and look at the restaurant I just come out of only minutes ago, now aflame from the explosion.

“Ow… I never imagine this would happen,” I murmur as I turn towards my bike in the parking lot. I mount the bike and start the engine, then notices a piece of glass stuck on the back of my left hand. “Ow…” I pick it out and more blood oozes out as soon as the small glass leaves my hand. Not that I have anything to stop the bleeding, so I put the helmet over my head and shift my bike in gear. I ride slowly out of the parking lot, and speed off into the back road.

I park my bike in front of a fairly good house; the lights are on with a couple of cars in the driveway. I look down at my watch to read the time, it's around eleven o'clock. I take off the helmet and heads for the door, and I rang the door bell twice before anyone would answers me.

“You look bad,” the guy with black hair, black eyes, and tanned skin said to me. “It was exciting to know that I'm almost killed in an explosion. Lucky that I was out before it happens,” I nod at him, noticing the clothes he's in. He's in a pair of blue jeans, white t-shirt, and a worn out jeans jacket. “Come on in, I'll call Elise to take a look on your hand.” “Thanks John,” I steps inside and sees a couple of guys having a drink and chatter about nonsense. “No problem, maybe she should check your back too…” he says. “Yeah, I think I got some cuts too.” I smiles up at him. “Your shirt's pretty red for little cuts,” he replies handing me a bottle of Heineken.

“Don't go and be an ass,” I said as he heads to the hallway and knocks on the second door to his right. “You just found that out?” he laughs and the door open. I watch him talking, but can't seem to make out any of it with all the guys next to me talking so loud and all.

“Drink up girl,” a guy with the goat tee said to me. “Cheers,” I smiles as I held my beer up to them. The guys all did the same and chugs down their beer, mean while I didn't even taste it. I suck when it comes to drinking beer, because it tastes yucky and the smell doesn't help either. Soon I was engage in their conversation about chicks, not that I have a clue about their way of showing off by talking about how many girls they slept with and what not.

“Just because she's layback, doesn't mean you can talk trash about the girls you met.” John said from somewhere close to me. “Dude, we didn't say anything like that. She's all cool man,” the guy with the mustache said and chug down what's left of his beer. “Whatever man, not that you care if she is or not... Elise wants to have a look at your cuts, so go and see her before she come out here and chaos will reeks.” John sits down next to me. “Thanks man,” I said handing him the Heineken he gives to me earlier and left. “Anything for my Kate,” he called after me. “It's Kei, idiot.” I yell back at him in front of the door he was standing at earlier.

“Where have you been?” the girl asks me as she open up the door. “Huh?” I knit my brows together, trying to comprehend her question. She grabs me by the shirt's collar and pulls me inside, locking the door up and turns around to face me. Her shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin radiant under the light in the room. She dressed in her light pink PJ, and the room is neatly decorated in flowery designs. “Sit,” she pointes to the creamy color sofa next to the dresser. One look at her murderous eyes, I have to quietly walk over to it and sat down like a kid being punishes for doing something bad. Not that I know why I suddenly feels like a child, since I don't like being told what to do as long as I can remember.

“Where have you been? It has been over a month, and now you pops back all battered up. Can't you at least let people know where you are?” she whines, pulling a chair over and looks at my left hand. “I just been out and about on visiting my friends,” I replies as she bandages the cut. “Take your shirt off,” she orders me and I obediently did so. “What about your job? You're going to be fire if you don't show up at work,” she says as she cleans the cuts on my back up. “Ow… If you're mad, then say so. Don't go and take it out on my cuts,” I wince at her.

“I do not, and if I do. I rather kill you than let you run off on me.” “Huh?!” I raise an eyebrow at her words. I have a feeling this is not what I think it is, or maybe she just was woke up late at night gets her grouchy. At least I pray that my second theory is right and not what she just said to me. I mean, did she just hint me that it was my fault? Is it me or is it she having a thing for me? Oh god must be my imagination then.

“You didn't sleep around while visiting your friends did you?” she purrs dangerously, caressing my left cheek with the back of her right hand. So I take it back, it wasn't my imagination. She is serious and I'm having goose bumps, I don't know what she sees in me that she can't see in a guy or another girl. Is it because we live in the same house for so long? No, it can't be it. John also lives here too.

“No, and you're scaring me…” I get up and put my shirt back on. “I'm glad…” she tackles me onto her bed. “Ack… Elise, please get off me…” I plead to her. “No, I'll make you mine tonight…” she whispers kissing the back of my neck. Having her sitting on top of me kinda sucks, I can't push myself up only lucky that I can breathe. “Elise, I don't feel the way you do, so please stop this nonsense.” I whimper as she licks my ear. I feel my stomach turns to knots as she combs her fingers through my short black hair. I'm so in a disadvantage here, being pinned down and having her on me is worse. She may seem girly, but she knows martial arts, so I'm pretty doom.