Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Kaitlyn
Yesterday is nothing but a blur of memories, as I wake up in my bed.
Of phantom touches drifting along my body, lighting up every nerve ending. The sensation a contradiction to the ache of loneliness echoing deep within my soul, as if I've forgotten something important. A piece of myself that's now missing. A piece calling out to me, somewhere beyond my front door.
Sighing, I make my way out of bed, a chill coming over me as I find myself completely naked.
Which is unusual since I always make sure I go to bed wearing one of my soft pajamas.
The fear of some sort of emergency happening, whether it be due to a phone call from Josh or the apartment suddenly catching fire, the fear has always been there.
So why am I naked now?
I don't allow myself to just stand there for too long, questioning it. If I did, then I would have to question other things like why am I so sore? Instead, I direct my attention to the small table by the bed.
Thankfully I woke up early, my phone still sitting there, the alarm silent. Next to it the clock shows it's only six in the morning. More than enough time to go back to sleep, if I was tired, but for some reason I find myself wide awake.
Stomach growling, I make my way over to my closet, focusing on getting dressed for the day.
Normally, after an event, I would wear the shortest skirt I own and a button up blouse--both allowing easy access to lacy black undergarments--but for some reason they just don't appeal to me this morning.
Violet lace catches my attention, the tags still on the garments, reminding me I haven't had a chance to wear them yet.
They were supposed to be a surprise for Josh, to be worn during our first anniversary date, but he had insisted I wear a scratchy black set that night.
The fabric was so cheap they had me squirming in my seat at the restaurant the entire time.
Of course, I made sure to conveniently "lose them" as soon as I got home, not that he ever noticed.
As I begin to get dressed I find myself thinking of strong hands brushing over my skin. Each touch bringing a phantom memory with it. A memory I don't remember living but somehow I know I did. One that doesn't include Josh, despite the fact I haven't been with anyone else since the day I was hired.
Slipping on a soft baby blue sundress, I quickly brush my hair and apply the lightest touch of makeup.
For the first time in a very long time, I feel light, almost carefree as I finish. The worry about what Josh might think when he sees me dressed so plain, compared to how he usually wants me, just isn't there.
Today, I've decided I'm dressing for me.
My stomach growls again, reminding me I haven't eaten since...
I'm not sure when but surely I had something yesterday...
Fully dressed, I leave my room, tossing a simple pair of black kitten heels onto the couch as I walk past. Barely giving the pair of stockings laying on the coffee table or the black silk dress tossed across the back of the couch, a second glance.
As I enter the kitchen, a thin ray of sunlight shines off a familiar brass statue that is now sitting on the island. Something I swear wasn't there when I came home last night.
Though, to be fair, I don't remember coming home.
But obviously I did, since I woke up in my bed. And the clothes I had picked out for the event, that had been carefully stored in my closet for weeks, were now strewn about the living room. So the question is, what happened yesterday? When did I get home? And how?
Honestly, I don't know.
Looking at my phone, ignoring the statue that's somehow haunting me, I calculate how much time I have before my ride comes to pick me up.
Ah, shit! Somehow I must have lost track of time, because I only have fifteen minutes before the warning alarm goes off.
*Guess it's peanut butter toast for breakfast.*
Picking up my purse, I toss in my phone as I walk into the kitchen. Two slices of bread in the toaster, I chug a quick glass of juice.
My alarm finally goes off as I finish spreading the peanut butter on the toasted bread. Shoving it into my mouth, I stop by the island, glaring at Sentinel. Better not forget this...
No, leaving it behind is not an option, no matter how much it tries to stay here.