Afterlife - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,112

plant pot! Life just couldn't get any worse!

“Oh my, ok I will do that...and thank you very much for taking care of her but wait... did you say the VIP.” Libby unfortunately hadn't missed that bit and now I was going to pay for it.

“Yes this was Keira’s second night working the VIP area, did she not mention it?” Draven's eyes looked questioningly at me but I looked away from his gaze.

“No it must have slipped her mind.” Libby said keeping her voice steady and smiling.

Draven nodded at my sister and Frank and said goodbye leaving the room with Frank walking him out. I could hear him asking,

“Umm could I just ask what model is the Aston...,” as his voice trailed off downstairs.

I wanted to die of shame! It was so bad that tears started to well up in my eyes and thankfully Libby put it down to the pain. She came over and sat on my bed to feel my temperature.

“Oh Kaz, it will be all right, I'll get you some pain killers.” And then I remembered, Draven had taken mine away and he still had them. But then I noticed Libby opening up a bottle of pills that was on my bedside table. It was the same bottle he had taken but how? He must have put them there when he put me down. Libby went into the bathroom and came back with a glass of water in one hand and an empty bin in the other. I raised my eyebrows and she said,

“Just in case”

She handed me the water and I finished it in one, along with the two pills. Strange they looked different somehow but I looked at the bottle and it was the same one as before. So I shrugged it off putting it down to my spinning head and immense headache. After all, this was the craziest night of my life so why should it suddenly start making sense?

“Try and get some rest but wake me if you need anything or if you start feeling worse.” She kissed me gently on the forehead and I told her I would be fine as she left the room leaving me with the cruel images of tonight's events.

No, I would never sleep, that much I was sure about. I lay there and wondered how on earth I was ever going to face Draven again. What must he be thinking of me? The most ironic part was that if I had just left when Karmun asked me to then I could have avoided all of this humiliation but then my mind drifted to the nicer parts of tonight. The part where I was in his arms and the way he held me close as though needing to protect me in some way. Wasn't that worth all the humiliation in the world?

I mean we had actually had a conversation, of sorts. He now knew things about me, he now knew where I lived, who I lived with and even knew where I slept. But I was missing something here, when had I told him any of that? I hadn't told him any directions to my house but yet he knew exactly where it was. I didn't tell him my sister’s name yet on the stairs when he asked me if she was all right, he had said, “Is your sister Libby”. And most of all how did he know which room was mine, how would he have known that I slept on the top floor in the attic! This wasn't making any sense. There was something...different about him. He wasn't like everybody else and by everybody else I meant… human.

I laughed off my ridiculous thoughts, I mean what was I thinking...not human, I needed help! Maybe this bang to my head had affected me more than I thought. I probably told him these things but don't remember because I was in pain. Or the best explanation was he probably looked at my records. I mean I don't remember filling out details but I did get the job thanks to Frank, so maybe he filled something in for me.

I still had all my clothes on so I kicked off my shoes and wormed my way out of my trousers. I was about to take off my top when I stopped myself. I lifted it up to my nose and inhaled, allowing my senses to be overwhelmed with the scent of his body. I pulled the top over my head only