Chapter 18

                                    

                                          
~Maya~
My eyes peel open adjusting to the lightening of the room, the sunlight enters my room through the window which gives me the view of the ocean behind it. 
As far as I remember, not once have I ever opened the curtains and let sunlight in, because it weirdly feels too optimistic when the main purpose of this apartment is to let me in wallow in self-pity alone. 
I throw the covers away, trying to sit up straight but the agonizing headache stops me midway. 
Oh my God! 
My head weights like a million horsemen, but it's no surprise because I have been drinking like an alcoholic since the past three days, the hangover is inevitable but still it doesn't make me stop regretting my decision. Oh God, I feel like I am going to be sick! 
I run towards the bathroom a groan leaves me as I bend towards the toilet puking my guts out till nothing but I am dry heaving. A hand comes from behind, tucking my loose strands behind my ear, my entire being stiffen as for a moment I think it's either I am hallucinating or either there are paranormal activities going on in my apartment, but as my nose takes in the scent something calming and soothing takes over me and I slightly lean into the embrace. The hand comes in front of me, and I see him offering me two pills and a glass of water in his next hand. 
I try to turn my heads sideways to see the person who is the reason of my slight comfort, but the unbearable pain in my head stops me. 
"Take these," Ilya extends his hand further from behind, "It'll help with the hangover." 
The voice takes me by surprise, a thousand questions running through my mind but I voice out the most important, "Wh- what are you doing here?" 
"You're not throwing up alone." He deadpans, extending the tablets in my view, "Open your mouth." 
"What do you mean? did you also drink?" My voice comes out as horror, how come we got this close to the point of drinking? And Ilya never drinks also. 
"Of course not, you idiot." He scoff, "Now take the goddamn pills, Maya." 
My anger flares hearing him talk to me in such a tone, "Who the hell are you calling an idiot? And what the fuck are you doing in my place?" 
"I'm calling you an idiot, dumbass." I can feel him rolling his eyes as he continues. "As for what I'm doing, I'm taking care of your stupid ass since you got so wasted last night, you passed out." 
There is so much confusion in his statement, I feel like as if alcohol gave me memory loss because last, I remember I saw Ilya at my birthday party and we didn't even talk so what is he doing here in my place and giving me the hangover care? "You have no business taking care of me, stop meddling in my business." 
"I have every right to take care of you, you're a goddamn idiot." He says his voice gruff as he leans down beside you, his breath fanning my ear, erupting goosebumps on my body "Now open your mouth so you can take the damn pills." 
My anger keeps flaring, pissing me off more, frustration bubbles inside me because I remember absolutely of what happened last night, and I don't understand the stupid care he is bestowing upon me either, "Who the fuck do you think you are? Who give you the right to come into my apartment and try shoving these pills down my throat, Ilya?" 
I feel him getting even more annoyed, he puts the medicine in front of my mouth but I clamp my lips shut turning my head away, so he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, his expression stony and dark. "Open your mouth or I'll force it open, Maya."