Chapter 6- Regrets

Chapter 6- Regrets

Kim's POV

Regret. That's what washed over me when I woke up to face the bright sunlight that shined through the open window of an unknown bedroom. Stupid me, what the hell did I do last night? I never did this, I never gone this far. Why did I drink so much? Ow, my head hurts! Hey this pillow kind of smells like Asher...

Asher!

Shit, Asher must be freaking out. Only the thought of Asher's name motivated me to get up from the sinful bed I laid in. This is not Asher's bed. Lucky for me, I'm not naked. That's all I care about right now. I'm still in my dress, but my shoes are gone. Ugh, stupid dress. Where are my sweatpants?

The bedroom was a guy's room, obviously, but it was unfamiliar. I scanned the room for any pictures that would tell me whose room it might be, but nothing came up. It was a plain, typical boy's room. Sports trophies, sports memorabilia, clothes scattered around, computer, bed, desk, few books, video games, TV, Xbox; nothing really to tell me whom the room belongs to. And worst part is... He's not even here!

Who the hell brings a girl to their house and ditch her? I searched for my shoes, hurrying so I didn't have to face whoever it was. I held my shoes, and clutch to my chest, walking down a set of stairs and making my way to a front door.

Fuck my head hurts! It pounds! Grr. As I winced and squinted at the sunlight, I heard a light chuckle coming from behind me. Damn it, so close! Turning around, I expected to find a high school guy, my height, really cute, and preferably my age. Instead, when I turned around, I found my little brothers pervert friend that was at my house just the other day. He stood on the top stair, chuckling and shaking his head. Oh shit Lord; please tell me it wasn't him! Of course it wasn't him, Kim! Your way better than that you would have remembered! He wouldn't have made it into that party anyways.

"So look who's the perverted one now," he smirked.

He did NOT just go there!

"I'm the perverted one? I bet you one million dollars that you were checking out my ass as I was heading out that door. And you're staring at my boobs!" I hissed quietly. I winced as my head pounded with my anger. Damn I need Advil.

"Well, I'm not the pervert that spent the night with my big bro and is now walking out on him." He said with a smugness to his voice.

Wait! He knew something... And hold the phone big brother?! "First of all what's your name, kid?"

"Chase."

"OK, Chase, who is your big brother?" I asked with squinted eyes, hoping to reduce my head ache.

He snickers, laughing and shaking his head. He descends a couple of steps, taking a look at me, he starts laughing again. I'm about to punch this kid if he keeps laughing and doesn't answer me. I'm so not in the mood, "Are you that hung over that you don't remember anything?!" he asked in disbelief. I gave him a duh look as he laughed shaking his head again. "Go check the picture on the wall."

"Where is your brother anyways?" I asked, slowly making my way to the picture.

"Daily morning run. He just left 10 minutes ago; shouldn't be back for another half hour or so." He tells me. I rolled my eyes letting out a big sigh. I looked at the wall, seeing the collage of pictures on the wall, finally spotting the only familiar face that I hated for my whole, fucking messed up life.

Tyler King.

My eyes widen in horror, my mouth hung so far down, that it probably could touch the floor. My eyes started to fill with tears, my whole body shaking in fear, regret, hatefulness, sorrow. I couldn't believe I had spent my whole fucking night with the bastard of all bastards, the douche of all douches, that son of a bitch, mother fucker-!

"Dammit!" I screamed out loud. Tears spilled and my fist clenched shaking.

"So I take it you know him?" Chase mumbles, leaning against the railing of the staircase.

This couldn't be happening. I did not just spend a whole night with Tyler King! Tyler King, the guy I hate the most. Why would he want to be with me that night? Why would he take me to his house? How drunk were we?!

I ran to the door, slamming it shut. I walked up the street until I collapsed on some person's lawn. I banged my fist onto the wet gushy grass, hating myself more than ever. How the hell did I let this happen! What did I do last night?! Oh God, don't tell me that Ty and I ACTUALLY DID IT! Did he know it was me?! He was drunk maybe he didn't think it was me!

I tried and tried to make myself feel better and have high hopes. Nothing was working as I still lied on the bed of grass of some unknown family's home and cried, and cried. I punched the ground a few times not caring because honestly, who's watching? I just want yesterday to have been a horrible nightmare. Like none of this actually happened. I remind myself about Asher and how worried sick he must be, not knowing where I am. He must be on a rampage looking for me for the past who knows how many hours. As I took my phone out of my bag, I turned it on finding 68 text messages from Asher and 27 calls.

Damn I'm in some deep, deep shit.

I moved my trembling fingers across the screen, calling Asher. In a heartbeat, he picked up the phone screaming at me.

"KIMBERLY ANN TAYLOR, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?! DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING WORRIED I AM!?! I WAS ABOUT TO CALL THE DAMN COPS! JESUS CHRIST, KIM! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATER WITH YOU!?! "

Hearing how mad he was sent me back to tears. I couldn't even have a spare moment to come to my senses to talk back to Asher. My mind clouded back with all my regrets. Why the hell did I get that drunk in the first place?! I'll probably regret admitting this but Asher was right and I should have listened to him. As hard as it is to tell him, I knew he was right this time. That stupid dress brought me no good.

"Kim. Kimmy! Kimberly, where are you? Let me pick you up. Kim! Kimmy?" Asher voice kept saying through the receiver.

"I'm sorry Asher." I blubber, rubbing my eyes.

"Kimmy, it'll be fine. Just tell me where you are." He tells me conserved.

"I don't know, Asher. I don't know, I don't know. I'm just so stupid." I wept through the phone, finding my voice.

"Listen to me, Kimmy. Can you do that for me; just listen. Stop crying and relax, take a deep breath," he assured me calmly. It took me a few minutes, but I finally settled down a little. "Good," Asher's voice praised. "Now, I want you to look around. Tell me what you see. A street name, a familiar house, a park.... Anything?"

I looked around slowly. The closet street name was Jackson Road. I knew this road; I use to pass by that same street sign every day in middle school with Asher to walk home! I got up a little unsteadily, finding my way around the corner.

"Kimmy, do you know where you are?" Asher asked his voice sounding a little panicked.

"Yeah," I said sniffing my nose. I crossed some persons lawn and into their backyard opening their iron gate. It lead to another backyard's house, I crossed the law and found another street name Meadow Road.

One more street. I thought to myself.

"Good. Where are you, Kim, I'll pick you up."

"No, it's OK. Is your back door open?" I asked as I crossed another backyard and street. Creek Road. 45 Creek Road.

I stood at the back door, hearing Asher's footsteps run down quickly through the phone. In a second, he was already at the back door fumbling with the lock to open it. That spilt second that the door was opened, I ran into Asher, burring my face in his hard warm chest, sobbing.

I mumbled and cursed about my night gripping Asher's shirt when I got angry. He pushed me closer to his chest, wrapping his muscular arms around my waist, comforting me. "Shh, it's OK, Kimmy. You're OK now. Shh. You're going to be OK." He mumbles, patting my head, "I love you," he whispered to me.

He picked me up, carrying me like a two year old as I hitched my legs around his hips and my arms wrapped around his neck as I cried and cried. He sat on his bed as he rocked me back and forth, telling me everything was OK. And I believe him. I knew that if Asher is here with me that everything would be OK. That he would make everything go away and I would feel like myself again.

I was at the stage of crying with hiccups and tears running down my cheeks and my chest, gasping for little amounts of air. My weeping stopped, but my grip around Asher didn't loosen nor did his. We sat there just like that for what seemed like an hour, but probably only half of that.

"I told you," Ash chuckled lightly. I smiled slightly, knowing this moment would come. "Didn't I tell you that this damn dress was a bad idea?" I smiled faintly as he let out a light laugh. Of course he did tell me and of course he was going to want to be told he was right. I hope he didn't plan on it. "Why don't you change out of that dress so we can burn it, hmm?"

I snickered, imagining the glowing smile he would have on watching my dress burn, as he was being told he was right. I nodded my head as he placed me down on the bed, curled up in his blankets. They were so warm, and I'm so cold. "I think it's safe to say you won't be going to any more of these parties any time soon." Asher says, more sternly then I think he meant for it to come out.

I watched him walk over to his dresser and take out one of his shirts. He scavenged through the draws, taking out a pair of sweatpants. Hey, I've been looking for those everywhere! Those where my favorite baggy sweatpants! I thought I lost them or Katie took them.

He placed the clothes in his bathroom and left me to take a shower. "I'll be downstairs making breakfast if you need me," he whispered, kissing my head. I nodded, waiting for him to walk out the room before I made my walk to the bathroom to take my shower.

Asher's POV

Pity. I felt pity for Kimmy. She didn't deserve to be crying like that. She didn't deserve to be that badly hurt. And she mostly, she did not deserve to be that scared. Whoever the bastard was that did that to my Kimmy, they were going to wish they hadn't because I was going to beat the living shit out of them! She's such a good and responsible girl that had one too many drinks.

Some part of me did feel like it was my responsibility. I kept saying that dress was going to be no good and I felt like I had just jinxed it. I should have watched her all night and made sure nothing happened to her. If I'm that great of a friend I say I am I should have done more to protect her. I'm too foolish to think no guy would take advantage at the chance of a girl like Kimmy, all dolled up with guys feeding her one too many drinks. I guess too, I thought Kimmy would be smarter to know to turn down a drink.

Stupid sexy looking exotic foreign girls.

I yawned loudly as I tried to stay awake long enough to make a cup of coffee. I stayed up all night waiting, hopping, that Kimmy would call or text back. Even a simple "hey I'm @ ___ house don't have to go psycho on me." would have been good enough. Or just telling me where she was.

I threw a few slices of waffles in the toaster as I laid my head against the counter. The coffee beeped, which startled me a bit, but just on time as I heard Kimmy walking down the stairs. I yawned again, grabbing two mugs and pouring coffee, sugar, and cream. I handed Kimmy her's, taking a sip of my own. This was probably good for the hangover or whatever she was feeling now. Damn I'm going to need 30 cups of coffee for the rest of my day to stay awake. Who am I kidding I'll crash for a nap sometime through the day.

"Do you want breakfast?" I asked Kimmy.

She shook her head, walking over to the couch in the living room. She cuddled up in the corner with a pillow, taking sips of her coffee which trembled in her hands. I sighed. I felt bad for her. I should have done something. It's hard seeing someone you have strong feelings for going through that amount of pain. I hated seeing Kimmy like that.

I walked over to the toaster, putting the waffles on a plate. Whenever my sisters woke up, they could have them. I'm surprised they hadn't woken up already. Kimmy was making a lot of noise with her hysterical crying. Ok and my screaming on the phone. But hey, you would do the same if you were in my situation.

I walked over to the couch, sitting next to her. She didn't look at me and that hurt. I nudged her lightly, grinning. She stayed motionless as she cupped her hands around her mug, staring at the blank TV. These are the times that I wished I had the super power to read minds!

"Kimmy. What-" I stopped myself almost scared to even ask. I didn't want to see her cry again, but I did want to know who so I could kill the guy who did this! No way was this son of a bitch getting away with it. I don't care who they are! Even if you were the President of the United States, I would still beat the living shit out of you... No offense Obama, you hurt my girl, it's my policy to hurt you back.

"Kimmy, who made you cry?" I asked instead. I waited a few seconds before she shook her head. Why does she always have to be so fucking stubborn, that's what got her into this mess! "Kimmy tell me. I want to know. Who hurt you?"

"No, Asher, don't," she whispered as a single tear trickles down her face.

I wiped the tears that passed. "Kimmy, I'm not going to let him get away with this. Nobody hurts you without getting hurt back. I don't care who it is; tell me."

She kept on shaking her head, not able to look me in the eye. "I'm so angry at him, but I'm too embarrassed.... To humiliated to say. I can't do that to you either," she mumbles.

Who would make her feel this way? Why would she be embarrassed to tell me? "Why? Kimmy, there's nothing to be embarrassed by. We all make mistakes and we all regret things. But we all have to put them behind us, in the past, and then one day, go back and laugh about it. Like year books," I stated. Hey, year books are a perfect example of life. Go look at a parent's year book I bet they'll start laughing their ass off... I know I do!

"Please, please, please, don't get mad at me. I didn't even know. I was so drunk-" The tears started falling down her face again as she thought about it.

"That's ridiculous. I would never be mad at you. Hey, we all do stupid things when we're drunk. Remember when I went skinny dipping in the old seniors home pool? Or that time I made out with the piñata. Or even the time I made out with your cousin during your sweet 16 party."

"Wait. What? When did you do that?" She mutters looking at me curiously.

Shit. She didn't know about that!

"Never mind." I lied. She shook her head, not finding it amusing like she normally would. Damn, I need to get Kimmy fixed and back to her old self.

"Promise me you won't judge me, or remind me, or never let it go. Don't tease me about it, don't joke about it, don't make fun of me, don't -"

"I won't. I won't. I promise. Cross my heart." I vow, holding my right hand in the air.

She sighed, rubbing off the tears from her face. "Tyler," she whispered so softly that I could barely make it out.

OH HELL NO HE DIDN'T! THAT SON OF A BITCH!-

"Asher, don't!" Kim warned me, grabbing my arm, and finally looking at me in the eye.

"What the fuck, Kim! He did this to you and you want me to do nothing about it!? Hell no! I'm sorry, but that fucking bastard is going to get what's coming to him."

"Ash please, don't go. Not today. He's not even home. He's your best friend," she pleads with me, holding my arm tightly in her hand.

"Then I'll wait for him! Kim, he's not going to get away with it! Drunk or not-"

"Please, Ash, you promised! We were both drunk and we both probably acted stupid. Don't go," she begged, whining and pulling at my arm.

I looked at her in disbelief, so shocked that she was forcing me to not go do this to Ty. If anything, I thought she would encourage me to hurt Ty, they hated each other's guts, so how did this happen?!

She tugged my arm for me to sit on the couch. Her olive eyes still blurred with tears, and her lower lip trembled. Her cheeks were flushed red, wet from all the tears.

Angrily, I sat back on the couch, still tense and thinking of painful ways to beat up Tyler. I gave up, I let Kimmy rest her head on my lap, and spreading out on the couch. She trembled over my still body. I kiss the top of her head, patting her back, and turning on the TV so the room wasn't as silent.

Tyler King, get ready for a visit from hell.

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NOTHING happened between Tyler and Kim! When we wrote sleep, they really just slept! No sex involved. They just slept in the same bed.

Carry on!

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