One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 6: Her Mistake

~~~One sided love is the purest form of love. It is the most painful and heartbreaking of all. Falling in love with someone you know you can't have and yet you love them more than you ever loved yourself, is a journey without any destination or hope..."

-Deepak Chauhan-

Samantha's POV:

I don't know how long I've been sleeping, I just woke up with a slight headache and felt like there's something heavy over my belly. I thought it was just my mom's arm like she always does every morning. She always sneaks into my room and waking me up with her motherly hugs and kisses.

Even though I got confused as to why she didn't wake me up this time, I ignored it, especially when I remember my intense dream last night.

A smile formed my lips.

It's the first time I've had such a dream and it seems so real.

I was about to move and get up on the bed but I felt something strange between my legs. It's aching?

"Mom..." I called her.

I opened my eyes, trying to lift her hand, but I frowned when I found it rough and a bit big compared to the soft and smooth hand that my mom has.

"Oh, God!" I breathe in panic, glancing at the arm that rested on my belly. And what I saw shocked me to the core.

I'm naked! I'm not wearing any clothes or even underwear that made me look at the owner of that calloused hand.

And that's it. Confusion started running through my head as I tried to figure out where I was.

"Oh, my God!" I whispered in panic, looking at the man who's sleeping peacefully next to me. And it was only at that moment I realized that it wasn't just a dream. It all happened last night.

Panic and nervous began to creep in me as the memories from what I expected a dream, suddenly rushed back to my head. It's as if they were a series of voltage that shocked all my nerves and made me numb and motionless for a second. Cold sweats formed in my forehead and I can't decide what to do first, take all my clothes, wait for him to wake up and explain everything or run outside this room and hide from him from now on?

"Ahgg! What the heck did I do?" I asked myself, tapping my forehead. "The last thing I remembered was that I got dizzy after using the bathroom... okay, I also remember that I kissed him but after that---oh, my God! I wasn't supposed to sleep, right? What the hell happened?"

I tried to remember the sequence of events after calling Jack in the bathroom, but nothing came to my head no matter how I tried. Well, except that I accepted my second shot that the bartender gave me after using the bathroom.

Then my eyes widened...

"Holy shit! It's him! He put something in my drink! I need to talk to him!"

his body. But I think it was

"Argh!"

as soon as my feet touched the floor, my legs wobbled like jelly and they

"Ouch!"

lower lip to stop creating any more sounds that would wake him up. This is not a part of my plan and I don't know how to

clothes scattered on the floor and tried to use my wobbly legs to get into the bathroom. But I was going to

Red.

stain on the

are three things left in my head and that I need to do right now---to

Hickeys!

couldn't help cursing when I found

exactly what to feel while looking at my reflection in the mirror. Honestly, having sex with him wasn't part of my plan. I just wanted to sleep with him---as in 'sleep' but not having sex. My plan was that just taking off his shirt, cover his lower body and take a picture with him while only wearing my tube bra. So that in the pictures it will seem that we were both naked and something

red wine and a red food coloring that I took from my mom's drawer in the kitchen. I was planning to

I already stained the sheet with my real blood. And of course, I no longer have to take pictures of him, of us being together because I'm sure that

drying it with a clean towel, I started putting on my clothes from yesterday. I have to hurry as I want to ask the dickhead bartender of what

looking at the bed. I took my bag and was about to open the door

hell are

bag in shock. I turned slowly and looked at his direction only to be surprised by his

you do,

"Huh!"

me. My eyes widened and my face slowly turned into crimson red due to embarrassment. He's

"Enjoying the fucking view?"

looked away from it

That I didn't intend to have sex with him. All

"I ------ uhm---"

do last night?

with anger and so his eyes, that if that kind of look could ever kill,

didn't do anything---" but he cut

spiked my drinks last night, didn't

uttered, lowering my head. I couldn't bear to look him in the eye.

hurting me." I

hands but he only tightened his grip. My tears were now forming around my eyes not because I'm scared but because of the quilt that is eating me inside. "I - I just wanted to

asked,

is not included in

am I supposed to believe you?" and he began to launch curses and offensive words that almost made

I wished that the ground could open up and swallow me so1 could no longer hear those words from him. It really hurts hearing them, but it hurts more that it all comes from him. I can see the anger and hatred in his eyes and this made me want more to explain that it wasn't my intention to drug him, I just wanted him to sleep and wake up next to me