To the future.

I stir around and the unfamiliar bed that I’m in wake’s me up. I inhale deeply to try and calm myself. A strong scent cologne or men’s perfume hits me, indicating myself that this is some mans bedroom. I try and look for the time. It’s got to be late. 11:30 pm. He is going to fucking kill me. I scramble out of the bed making it look as neat as I possibly could. I turn the light off and turn the bedside lamp on; I get paranoid when the main light is on. Yes I’m weird. I must have been making some noise because I heard a knock on the door. I sit on the barely made bed and just stare at the door.

With no reply the door slowly opens and a head peeks through. I see a huge smile on this guys face. He’s trying not to scare me but its just freaky.

“Please, don’t be afraid. Do you remember what happened?” He’s calm and makes his way to the feet of the bed and sits trying not to look threatening.

“Uh.” I rub my head. “Now that you make me think, I remember falling over more than twice hitting or grazing my body.”
He nods at my words.

“Yeah, I was just coming to check on you. The other guys that scared the perp off are down stairs waiting for new years. I nod back at his words.

“I have to get going, sorry.” I awkwardly scrunch my face knowing they just wanted to accommodate me to make sure I was safe to make it into the new year.

“Why don’t just take a sleep from here and in the morning Mike can drive you home?” His head tilts to his left questioning.

“Sounds like a great idea…” I trail off. Balancing the good and the bad. This bed was actually pretty comfy too. “Uh, so what’s your name?” I cross my legs on the bed.

“Hi-Me, spelt J-a-i-m-e. What about you missy, the boys didn't really give me a clear name. They where all freaking out on what to do?” He leans in chuckling on the bed trying to hear me over the bass down stairs.

“Liberty, spelt L-i-b-e-r-t-y” I try to make a dry joke. This caused Jaime to chuckle.

“If this is personal you don’t have to answer but what where you doing back there?” I sigh.

“To me. That back there was the normal behavior I’ve always been around.” These words taking Jaime by surprise. His facial expression softens.

“My father is an alcoholic. Just him and me.” My eyes wondering, remembering all of the stupid shit he put me through. “ He needed some alcohol and I’m only seventeen, not old enough to buy it myself. I was ordered to improvise and it just took a turn for the worse.”

“I’m not judging you. You obviously have a tough life, have you tried…” The loud screams coming from the other three boys downstairs cut of Jaime.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR” The boys down stairs yelling at the top of their lungs.

Jaime doesn’t go back to talking, he just smiles and gets up.
“I better let you rest.” He has a gentle smile on his face. He comes closer to me and just takes a big hug. I don’t really hug him back since I’m stray to this kind of behavior but I let him know that it was fine with my smile.

He goes to leave “Happy new year Libby” He closes the door gently. My face widens at the instant nickname I guess he just came up with. That’s what my mum called me. I grab the pillow next to me cuddle it and fall down onto the bed. I slowly doze off once again.

Notes

I just wanted to update with a filler. Set out the story a bit more. I will update chapters on Sundays and filler's as much as I can randomly. I hope the first chapter was a good set out, if you guys want anything use know to comment. Make sure to also give this a rate and subscribe to this juicy little story. Im excited to get this show on the road. Again thanks for the chance! -Erin