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!"

sheet that covers his body. But I think it was a wrong move

"Argh!"

up, but as soon as my feet

"Ouch!"

part of my plan and I don't know how to

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

Red.

on

three things left in

Hickeys!

I found those red dots on my

plan was that just taking off his shirt, cover his lower body and

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

I have to use them all anymore. The red liquid as 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

washing my face and drying it with a clean towel, I started putting on my clothes from yesterday. I have

on my goal of talking to the bartender and I didn't waste any second looking at the bed. I took my bag and was about to open the

the hell are

his direction only to be surprised by his hard and flaring gaze. He's sitting on the edge of the

you

"Huh!"

steps closer to me. My eyes widened and my face slowly turned into crimson red due to embarrassment.

"Enjoying the fucking view?"

in shock and looked

everything to him? That I didn't intend to have sex with him. All I wanted was to take pictures and use them

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

you do last night? Did you enjoy it? Did you like

with anger and so his eyes, that if that kind of

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

drinks last night,

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

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 take pictures of you but I wasn't intending to have

asked,

included in my plan and I didn't

excuses! Why the fuck am I supposed to believe you?" and he began to launch curses and offensive words that almost made

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