Why Care? || Self Para
All week, Uriah had treated her kindly. Overly kind, even, but after the night a week before, Corrine couldn't let herself relax around him. He kept a far enough distance though, for Corrine to award him some credit. Maybe she was wrong and he had changed.
"Don't fall asleep on me already," Uriah grumbled jokingly. He crawled over her, his hands tracing her shape. She opened her eyes halfway, unbuttoning his shirt while slipped the straps of her skimpy tank top off her her shoulders. His belt came off, soon his dark wash custom made jeans. Her leggings were easy enough, and before she knew it, she was on top of him. The rest was lost to her when she woke up several hours later.
Her head. It was all she could feel. and it was searing with pain. She groaned, pulling her arm from under the silk sheets to steady her vision. Corrine's throat closed when she realized where she was, and that she had let herself go there. That she had let herself get drunk enough to let it happen in the first place. Uriah twitched, and she froze. He didn't move any more, so she got out of his bed with as little noise or movement as possible. The blankets were in a mess on the floor, so Corrine picked one up and wrapped it around herself. While standing still and waiting for the room to stop spinning, she contemplated leaving as fast as she could, or staying and waiting for Uriah to wake up. In the end, she decided to shower and see if he woke up. If he wasn't awake by the time she finished, she'd leave. She jumped in the shower, rifling through his linen closet for a the softest towel, looking through his hair products with amusement and a bit of nostalgia, finding things she got him and remembering helping him put it in, styling his hair... Remembering when she loved him and he didn't love her back. The bathroom was gloriously steamy when she stepped out, and she walked to the mirror, wiping a patch of steam away to look at herself in it. She opened the mirror, revealing shelves of bottles of painkillers, performance enhancers, and loads of illegitimate prescription drugs. Her eyes strayed back to the painkillers, thinking about her old habits. It's just for your head... she justified to herself. She took a bottle and wrapped her fingers around it tightly before she closed the cabinet and padded back into Uriah's bedroom. She slipped the bottle into her purse, finding her clothes strewn across the room and gathering it all to get dressed.
"Hey," Uriah yawned, sitting up slowly. "You leaving?"
Corrine nodded. "I have to be at my other job in a few minutes," she lied. Her shift at the café started in three hours, but he didn't have to know that. "Thanks for... For letting me sleep here last night." She turned her back to him and picked up her purse to leave.
"Oh. Okay." He slid out of bed and walked over, kissing her on her forehead. Her eyes stopped on his completely bare body, trying so hard not to look. He wrapped his hands around her hips and looked at her face, a smile playing on his lips. "Again one of these days, yeah?"
Corrine nodded, suddenly shy, and backed out of his arms. She hurried out of his apartment, feeling her pulse in her forehead so hard it made it hurt more. In the empty elevator, she took out the bottle of pills and dropped four into her palm, dropping her head back and swallowing them dry, simply wanting the familiar numbness to consume her and make her forget.
