Chapter six: Her Mistake

~~~One sided love is the purest form of love. It is the most painful and heartbreaking of all. Falling in love with someone you know you can't have and yet you love them more than you ever loved yourself, is a journey without any destination or hope...~~~

-Deepak Chauhan-

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Samantha's POV:

I don't know how long I've been sleeping, I just woke up with a slight headache and felt like there's something heavy over my belly. I thought it was just my mom's arm like she always does every morning. She always sneaks into my room and waking me up with her motherly hugs and kisses.

Even though I got confused as to why she didn't wake me up this time, I ignored it, especially when I remember my intense dream last night.

A smile formed my lips.

It's the first time I've had such a dream and it seems so real.

I was about to move and get up on the bed but I felt something strange between my legs. It's aching?

"Mom..." I called her.

I opened my eyes, trying to lift her hand, but I frowned when I found it rough and a bit big compared to the soft and smooth hand that my mom has.

"Oh, God!" I breathe in panic, glancing at the arm that rested on my belly. And what I saw shocked me to the core.

I'm naked! I'm not wearing any clothes or even underwear that made me look at the owner of that calloused hand.

And that's it. Confusion started running through my head as I tried to figure out where I was. 

"Oh, my God!" I whispered in panic, looking at the man who's sleeping peacefully next to me. And it was only at that moment I realized that it wasn't just a dream. It all happened last night.

Panic and nervous began to creep in me as the memories from what I expected a dream, suddenly rushed back to my head. It's as if they were a series of voltage that shocked all my nerves and made me numb and motionless for a second. Cold sweats formed in my forehead and I can't decide what to do first, take all my clothes, wait for him to wake up and explain everything or run outside this room and hide from him from now on?

"Ahgg! What the heck did I do?" I asked myself, tapping my forehead. "The last thing I remembered was that I got dizzy after using the bathroom... okay, I also remember that I kissed him but after that---oh, my God! I wasn't supposed to sleep, right? What the hell happened?"

I tried to remember the sequence of events after calling Jack in the bathroom, but nothing came to my head no matter how I tried. Well, except that I accepted my second shot that the bartender gave me after using the bathroom.

Then my eyes widened...

"Holy shit! It's him! He put something in my drink! I need to talk to him!"

I carefully removed Luke's hand and pulled the sheet that covers his body. But I think it was a wrong move as he also wears nothing under the sheet.

"Argh!"

I ignored the shivers that crawled down my spine and wrapped the sheet around my body. I was about to get up, but as soon as my feet touched the floor, my legs wobbled like jelly and they failed me. I collapsed and the hard tiled floor excitedly caught my weight.

"Ouch!"

I just bit my lower lip to stop creating any more sounds that would wake him up. This is not a part of my plan and I don't know how to explain it to him when he sees me with him in one room.

I picked all my clothes scattered on the floor and tried to use my wobbly legs to get into the bathroom. But I was going to take my first step when something caught my attention.

Red.

Red stain on the sheet.

A red stain that shows that everything that happened wasn't just a dream or a part of my wildest imagination. But there are three things left in my head and that I need to do right now---to get into the bathroom, put on my used clothes and get out of this room immediately.

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Hickeys!

"One, two, three, four, five, six---oh, shit!" I couldn't help cursing when I found those red dots on my neck, shoulders and alley of my breasts.

I don't know exactly what to feel while looking at my reflection in the mirror. Honestly, having sex with him wasn't part of my plan. I just wanted to sleep with him---as in 'sleep' but not having sex. My plan was that just taking off his shirt, cover his lower body and take a picture with him while only wearing my tube bra. So that in the pictures it will seem that we were both naked and something has happened between us.

And as for the red stain, actually, I have a small bottle in my bag that has a mixture of my favorite red wine and a red food coloring that I took from my mom's drawer in the kitchen. I was planning to pour it on the sheet so that it will look like a bloodstain.

But I don't think I have to use them all anymore. The red liquid as I already stained the sheet with my real blood. And of course, I no longer have to take pictures of him, of us being together because I'm sure that everything that has happened will remain in my memory even if I try to delete all of them.

After washing my face and drying it with a clean towel, I started putting on my clothes from yesterday. I have to hurry as I want to ask the dickhead bartender of what he put in my drinks last night.

Taking my steps out of the bathroom, my mind was focused on my goal of talking to the bartender and I didn't waste any second looking at the bed. I took my bag and was about to open the door when suddenly a loud voice roared through the four corners of the room.

"Where the hell are you going?"

I gulped and accidentally dropped my bag in shock. I turned slowly and looked at his direction only to be surprised by his hard and flaring gaze. He's sitting on the edge of the bed and is still not wearing anything.

"What did you do, Samantha?"

"Huh!"

I hitched my breath when he stood up and started taking steps closer to me. My eyes widened and my face slowly turned into crimson red due to embarrassment. He's still naked, so I have the full view of his manhood swinging between his legs.

"Enjoying the fucking view?"

I blinked in shock and looked away from it in an instant.

How would I explain everything to him? That I didn't intend to have sex with him. All I wanted was to take pictures and use them against him.

"I ---I --- uhm---"

"What the hell did you do last night? Did you enjoy it? Did you like it?"

I flinched when he held my arms tightly. His voice laced with anger and so his eyes, that if that kind of look could ever kill, I'm sure I'm already lying six feet under the ground.

"Fucking answer me!"

"Huh? I --- I didn't do anything---" but he cut me off.

"Liar! You spiked my drinks last night, didn't you?"

"I---" Holy God, what am I going to say? "I'm sorry," I uttered, lowering my head. I couldn't bear to look him in the eye. They were like a fire that slowly burns my soul.

"Sorry? You're fucking sorry?"

"Aww... y-you're hurting me." I tried to remove his hands but he only tightened his grip. My tears were now forming around my eyes not because I'm scared but because of the guilt that is eating me inside. "I - I just wanted to take pictures of you but I wasn't intending to have sex with you."

"Really?" He asked, clenching his jaws.

"Believe me, Luke, this is not included in my plan and I didn't intend---"

"Fuck your excuses! Why the fuck am I supposed to believe you?" and he began to launch curses and offensive words that almost made me cry.

It was at that moment that I wished that the ground could open up and swallow me so I could no longer hear those words from him. It really hurts hearing them, but it hurts more that it all comes from him. I can see the anger and hatred in his eyes and this made me want more to explain that it wasn't my intention to drug him, I just wanted him to sleep and wake up next to me in bed. But I guess the bartender and I, didn't understand each other. I haven't explained it further.

"You know what? You've completely lost my respect for you! I thought you're different, but no, I was wrong!"

Somehow I thank God for making me a woman because if not, I'm sure I'll just find my face around the corner... bruised and swollen.

"How did you do it?"

"I asked the bartender to put something on your drinks but I didn't know he would put a pill on my drinks too, so I fell asleep last night," I said bravely looking him in the eyes. Hoping in silence that he would at least listen to me.

But he laughed sarcastically. The kind of laugh that will make you doubt what you said and ask yourself if it was wrong that I told him about it or I should have just kept quiet.

"Why did you do that? Why the hell did you do that? Didn't I tell you to stop bothering me?" He let me go or should I say, he pushed me. I winced slightly when my back hit the door behind me.

"I didn't do anything. I told you I felt dizzy and fell asleep last night. I'm sorry. Honestly, I thought it was a dream---"

"A dream? Really, huh? Was it a dream that you enjoyed so much?"

"I'm just stating the truth. I have no plans to ruin you, I - I just want to be with you because I love you and that's all."

"Samantha Soriano, the mere fact that you planed all this means you have every intention of ruining me! What is it for? You want me to notice you? I don't like you and how many times do I have to shout it in front of you just to make you understand that I don't like you?"

He paused for a few seconds.

"I don't love you and do you think that after everything you did last night, I will still be able to love you?"

I suddenly lost for words. I was just standing in front of him, motionless. But deep down inside, my heart has already shrunk and few more minutes, I'm sure it will totally melt.

"That's the last thing I will ever do!"

The moment he stepped back, hot tears started streaming down my cheeks. I tried to prevent them from falling but as soon as those words came out of his mouth, the more I felt the guilt and couldn't stop the tears anymore.

"You know what? I was about to try to consider you as a friend since you're Dale's sister, but thank God I didn't. I changed my mind. I don't want to be friends with someone like you... a bitch, a spoiled brat, incentive and most of all selfish."

"T-That's not true. I just love you so much that I haven't thought about the possible consequences of all this---"

"Then fuck the possible consequences because I'll never let you ruin my relationship! I'll mary my girlfriend no matter what happens!" He stepped forward again and occupied the little space left between us. "I know what you want. You want to trap me and wrap me in your fingers, but I'm sorry, I will never let that happen. So I'm warning you, Samantha, never drag my name into your mess or else...."

A few seconds have passed and I have waited for his next words, but he has already stopped there. I just noticed his balled fist before it hit the wooden door behind me.

"Get out."

I started to panic again.

"L-Luke, please, let me explain it further," I beg, trying to reach his arm, but he just swatted my hands.

"I don't want to hear anything from you, so you'd better go now and leave before I decide to call your parents."

"No!" I exclaimed loudly. "No, please don't tell them even with Dale. I-I promise to stop chasing you, stop bothering you, but please don't tell them?"

"Get out!"

"Luke---"

"Don't you hear me?"

"B-But---"

"I said fucking get out, Samantha!"

"Y-Yeah, I'm going." I nodded, lowering my head.

Taking a deep breath, I picked up the bag I had dropped when he called me. And after composing myself, I opened the door and left that room without even trying to look behind.

I ran across the employees who are cleaning the floor while struggling to suppress the loud sobs that wanted to escape my throat. I can still hear his words and it feels like a million knives that stabbing my heart slowly and deeply.

I admit it was a huge mistake. I trusted my plan to a stranger and didn't realize that what I trusted him was my future. Because I didn't know that when I came out of that small room, my life would begin to change and also my future.