Chapter 9 | Now your mess is mine

                                    

                                          
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My body feels numb, nothing hurts anymore. There is a strange weight pressing on my chest everytime I try to open my eyes, or rather wake up.
But it's not a bad feeling, it's kinda good. Just as I'm about to open my eyes it becomes heavier, pushing me back to sleep. And perhaps it's better this way, there is nothing good waiting for me in the real world. I could stay here forever.
"Cali! Wake up." I hear a distant voice.
Oh, I don't want to. Go away, whoever you are.
Just as I'm about to let myself drown back into darkness where everything is so care free, I feel pushes on my body. Someone is shaking me and I don't like it.
"Cali!" A male voice growls.
"O-okay, okay." I barely open my eyes, they want to close again as soon as possible.
"Wake up, that's enough." With that there are more pushes on my body.
I gather all my strenght and fully open my eyes, seeing Maxim leaning over my bed, staring down at me.
"Maxim?" I rub my eyes and pull myself into sitting position. I'm in my room. "What the hell is going on?"
I'm in my room? How did I get in my room from down the pool? And what is he doing in it?
"Finally." He sighs. 
"What are you doing here? How did I get here?" I attack him with questions.
"You don't remember?" He asks suprised.
"Remember what?" I ask. 
"What's the last thing you remember Cali?" 
I shrug. "I don't know, we were partying by the pool and. . ."
Now the terrible images start flashing in, me on the ground, a gun pressed to my forehead, his hand around my neck. . . Me actually slapping him???
"Oh my God!" I gasp. "H-he almost killed me, I could've died, I-" I check on my neck, the second I touch it a terrible pain overflows me. I hiss.
"I wouldn't do that." He warnes me. It's a little to late for that, don't you think?
"How did I come in here? The last thing I remember I was laying on the ground and then- nothing." I look at him.
"I carried you in here." He responds.
"You did?"
He nods. "You were so hysterical I had to give you some pills."
"Excuse me?" I almost jump off my bed. "You drugged me?"
"You got some nerve you know?" He snaps back. "I gave you one of your prescription pain killers and something else to help you sleep. Now I had to come and wake you, you've slept for 20 hours straight."
"Oh. . . I'm sorry Maxim, it's just when I hear 'pills' in this house I automatically assume it's some of the stuff you're dealing." God I feel so stupid now.
"It's alright." He stands up, walking to the doors. "You can go back to sleep now, I just had to make sure you're alright. I left the painkillers on your night table, in case your throat starts to hurt again."
"Thank you." I thank him, yet I can't help but to feel that something is off with him. He's acting different, his tone is not so nice anymore.
Just as he's about to grab the knob my mouth open again. "Are you mad at me?" I ask.