The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 44

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 44

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Everybody who knows me will know that I am far from a morning person.

Awakening from a serene slumber
into a blurred sense of reality is definitely not my ideal, much less what I look forward to. I always kind of envy those people who can wake up and think of nothing but
the beautiful possibilities of the day ahead, of what they’re going to do and who they’re going to see. The word I’m
looking for is positivity.

These people have positivity in
the mornings, and it’s a shame to say that I…well, I am the poker opposite.

Me on a normal morning is a sad
sight for the eye, but on this awakening? Well this one is different.

Let’s just say that I don’t usually wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck.

Twice.

I release a loud groan as I open my eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a headache of such ferocity before.
It’s hurting every single part of my head, from my eyelids to my temples. What the hell have I done to
myself, to cause this kind of pain? Well at least one thing’s
for sure: this isn’t the kind of thing that can be taken away
with Calpol and hot soup. I groan a little as I straighten up
in bed, letting my eyes adjust to my surroundings.

And that’s when it hits me. The room I am isn’t lit with the morning sun.
It’s completely dark.
And it isn’t mine.

“What the hell?” I jump up in the bed, suddenly conscious of my dark and unfamiliar surroundings.

It smells like vomit and smoke in here, tingling my nostrils in a sensitive and unpleasant way. The room is pitch
black, indicating that it’s the middle of the night, but I can just make out a simple beech wood décor, with plain
walls and carpets. I am sat in a double bed in the centre of said room, swarmed in a white cotton duvet with a bucket beside me, which I’m assuming is for vomit.

Luckily, it’s empty. Where the hell am I?

I claw the interior of my mind for anything, any
information as to my whereabouts but I’m coming up empty.

I feel a shift of panic in my stomach.

How long have I been out? Shoot, mom’s going to be so worried!

My eyes widen in horror at my thoughts, the panic bubbling tauntingly in my gut. I haven’t been kidnapped,
have I?! I freeze at a sudden sound, my previous panicking completely forgotten in place for sheer terror.

“What was that?” I whisper.

My voice is raspy and my throat is sore, but I don’t focus on any of that as my ears
strain for any other sounds. I can just about make out the faint beats of some dance music coming from below me, but that wasn’t what I heard. It was more like a
person moving around outside the door.

Oh crap. Kidnapper, murderer, rapist…

There’s a loud knock at the door.

My scream pierces through the hazy air like a knife through flesh.

Painful, shrill and lasting only half a second before freezing up in terror.

“Jeez Riles, keep it down. They’re going to think I’m murdering you or something,” Alec grumbles, entering
the room hastily and shutting the door behind him.

In the short time that it was open, the music ricocheted around the room at what felt like a million decibels, but that might have just been my headache talking.

All I can say is thank god it’s Alec and At least he might have a clue what’s
happened to me.

Alec rolls his eyes at my relieved face
before heading over to me, handing me a glass of water and some aspirin.

So he’s not a murderer or kidnapper,
and he’s brought me painkillers: added bonus!