A Trail Of Roses

Alcohol is a b***h. A beautiful deceiving bitch At a glance, it promises fun-filled moments, stress-less freedom and endless pleasures. Only to kick you so viciously in the balls and right back into reality the next day by non-other than her pal and lover hangover. After two glasses of whiskey, a cosmopolitan that looked as alluring as it was delicious and an x amount of shots later. I had been completely and utterly wasted last night. And for what? Fuck it If I can remember After two glasses of whiskey, a cosmopolitan that looked as alluring as it was delicious and an x amount of shots later. I had been completely what had been bothering me so much last night that I had hauled my ass over to that bar down town. I cant even think straight without my skull being pierced by the millions of daggers currently residing inside my head. My brain was probably going to end up bursting sometime soon at the force of this constant pounding. I let out a groan before burying my face into the pillows as my alarm clock decided that now was the perfect time to go off on a screeching spree. What was so important that I had set an alarm for it though? Wait a second. I don’t ever set alarms. I don’t even have an alarm clock. My eyes snap open, the sudden light intrusion having them snapped shut again before I grip my head as the pounding seemed to be getting even more intense. More groaning follows but it wasn’t me and looking over to my side through slit eyes reveals the culprit besides me. A large eagle tattoo peeked through his platinum strands as I blinked them a couple of times in an attempt to open them up and fix my blurry sight. It didn’t take long before a pair of violet blue eyes and a charming smile flashes through my mind, the thinking making me shut my eyes for a moment before forcing them open and pulling myself up to inspect the damage. This was definitely not my room. The white walls and mahogany furniture was the complete opposite of my loft so only one thing could’ve happened. I look back at the guy beside me who still seemed to be about as out as a light during a power failure. His well defined back and that smooth skin that had looked so good last night left me with a sense of indifference. I obviously came over to his place last night. Stupid, girl. His alarm was still ringing so with a glare in its direction I shut it up quickly, causing silence and nothing but his even breathing to fill the room. I want more sleep. And Advil But I couldn’t stay here. I had s**t to do and I think a rogue to hunt . So with a sigh I throw the blankets back before swinging my legs out and onto the hard floors. A wave of dizziness sending the room spinning as I get to my feet. Fuck those drinks and whomever pissed me off. Once the dizziness have subsided some I straighten and look around for my clothes since I was still very much clothe in nothing but my birthday suit. “Leaving already?” I don’t turn around at his groggy voice as my eyes land on my jeans, thrown over the black beanbag in one corner of the room. “Mmm.” I cross the distance before pulling it up, tossing his t-shirt to the side and pulling them on. I hear some movement before his footsteps fills my ears, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as he crossed the distance between us. “Why don’t you stay?” his arms suddenly find their way around my waist, making me tense as he rested his head on my shoulder. Once again forgetting my rules. “you always run off as soon as you can.” I shrug off his arms before turning to face him. Having to tilt my head up to look into those violet blue eyes that held the stars as they gazed down at me so softly. “It’s a little discerning, you know.” Yeah well you should know better by now than to get attached to me. I didn’t say the words though as my head still pounded and the only thing that sounded good right now was some more rest. IN MY OWN BED. “ I have things to do.” I shrug before turning my back on him and moving off in search for my shirt and shoes. They were thrown off around here somewhere. “You sure you’re not just running away?” he says, that smooth melodious voice beautiful to the ears on most days. Now however it was irritating me. Almost as much as his words did. “From?” I ask spotting my black cropped top on the other side of the room along with my boots, rolling my eyes as I crossed the distance and picking both objects up. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know.” And here we go again. Why did I even come here? I shake out my top before pulling it on, not bothered with my bra right now because right now the only thing I had to do was get the hell out of here and away from this man. Before he starts talking my ears off. Note to self. Find another booty call. Sitting on the edge of the bed I busy myself with the combat boots, keeping my eyes specifically trained on them as he came to stand at my side. “Blythe.” He made my name sound so beautiful whenever he said it. Or perhaps it was just the fact that he had a beautiful voice. But either way it always drew my attention. So here I was looking up into those violet skies of his. Taking in his fair skin and those beautifully carved edges as his eyes gazed down at me with that same emotion so clearly evident within them. His long strands fell around his face in silky straight waves, framing his face and trickling down his shoulders and chest. “If you gave it a chance this can be so much more than just-" “Just what?” I get to my feet both boots now laced up as I gave him a blank look. “ more than a booty call? Sorry to break it to you but that is all this will ever be. I dont do relationships and I most certainly wont do one with you.” He didn’t react at my words but that was probably because I’ve said them so many times. “ If you don’t like this arrangement then say so and I’ll leave you alone.” I add before turning in the direction of the door, feeling his gaze burning holes within my back. “Otherwise.” I open the door before looking at him over my shoulder, offering him a smirk. “I’ll see you next time.” And then I leave. The same way I always do.