When The Going Gets Tough

How Do You Like Your Eggs?

I close the door to the bathroom and press my back against the door, I then slide down till I'm on the floor. I rest my head on my knees. 

What a mess. 

What a complete and utter mess. 

Maybe if I try and remember what happened that will help. I close my eyes and run through the nights events, everything is clear until I'm on way to the toilet then it gets fuzzy, I don't remember making it to the toilet, just Polly talking to someone, but that's all. 

I try harder to take in every detail and continue the memory, the only thing extra I remember is laughing, why was I laughing.

Ahh the fuzzyness hurts my head. I try remember past the fuzzyness what's the last thing I remember, I have spots of walking to the car from the party, brief flashes of the drive, and then I vaguely think I can see my English teacher sitting on my bed talking to me. I giggle, oh god I've lost it. 

"Do you want me to make you some breakfast?" 47 shouts through the door, I jump at his question and am pulled out of my musing.

"Um, there's nothing in, sorry, I need to go shopping" I say, somewhat embarrassed. 

"No worries, there's a shop on the corner, if your happy to be here on your own a moment I can pop out" he's replies. 

"Yeah sure, sounds great, I'll be fine dont worry" partly glad to a few moments alone to get in with the next stage of 'what the f**k happened to me last night'. I'm not one of those girls who is too proud or stubborn to accept help. My grandma used to say, don't refuse help because you are too proud, it's not all about you, people like to help others and it makes you feel good, so don't refuse help offered. I mean it was pouring down with rain at the time and I managed to get my coat stuck on a branch, everyone was getting soaked while I was positive I was going to do it myself. And it's true it wasn't just about me being a bug girl and managing on my own, it was okay to let someone help so we could all get out the rain. I hear the door shut, okay I'm alone, no more putting this off.

I stand up and make my way to the mirror, I'm wearing my oversized tee which I wear to bed and a pair of knickers. I lift my tee up to take my knickers down when I realise... These are not the ones I out on when I got ready for the party. What the hell! Did he get me naked and dress me! He best not have touched me! That shithead, I need to have serious words when he gets back! Although, surely if he was the take advantage type he wouldn't have stopped my not so dream... He was clearly aroused. Oh I don't j ow what to think but he is being questioned that's for sure.

Okay step one complete, removed knickers. Check. 

I lift my tee while I'm standing in front of the mirror, well from straight on there is no visual differences, I don't do any landscaping down there as well I haven't a clue about that stuff and I would have no one to share the lady garden with. I lift my right leg and put my foot on the toilet to get a better view. I do t even know what I'm looking for, I don't come and check out my vajayjay in the mirror. So visual check inconclusive. 

I go to touch my self, I place my fingers bear my entrance, ouch, as soon as I applied pressure it was painful.. that can't be a good sign. 

'bang' oh crap he's back, I grab in knickers and put them on quickly, pull down my tee so I'm all covered up. Deep breath! I wash my hands and splash water on my face. I go to the door. Deep breath. I open it and he is stood with his back to me in the make shift kitchen unloading a shopping bag. I don't think he heard me so I take the opportunity to run to my draws and pull out my old sweats which I wear for bed in colder months, I shove them on quickly. When I close the draw it bangs and I can feel his eyes on me. I stand up and look at him. I can see the questions in his eyes, I do t even know what I'm going to say. 

He smiles and says "how do you like your eggs?" Which completely throws me. 

"Oh I don't mind, may e scrambled, just not undercooked and slimey" I pull a face, god I could kiss this guy, it's like he can see Into my soul and know I'm not prepared for words on the matter. 

Thank you everyone who has read and loved this story so far, it's been a labour of love and I can only apologise that I don't have more time to write. I would love to hear your feedback!