Chapter 2 Troubles of love

I woke up the next morning with a banging headache. I couldn't even remember how I got home or what happened the night before. I was startled when I heard a strange deep voice say "You're up already, hope you feel better " I turned around to see a man who looked like someone who had picked up heavy objects and put them down and then done that again a few billion times. He was hot! I stared at him for few seconds before I yelled "who are you? and what are you doing here. How did you even get into my house? I'm calling the police." As I tried to reach out for my phone. " whoa... calm down.

You passed out last night in my arms. I checked your ID card and luckily, I found your house address on it. So I brought you home." He said. "So how did you open my house? and why didn't you leave after dropping me in my house?" I asked the hot looking stranger. "I checked your bag and found your keys, when I laid you down on the bed you started vomiting and choking. So I had to stay back and made sure you were okay" he said with a calm look. He didn't even look annoyed. I covered my face in shame as memories of what happened last all came back to me. "I'm so embarrassed, I'm sorry for putting you through all that. Thank you so much for bringing me home and making sure I was safe." I said while biting my fingernails. "It's okay, I made you breakfast. So I'll just drop it and leave." He said while walking toward me. "Why don't you just eat before leaving?" I asked nervously. "No" he said as he reached for the notebook and pen on the bedside table and wrote down his number and name. "Call me if you need to talk to someone, I'll be here for you" he said with a sweet voice and dropped the book back on the bedside table. I picked the book up and read what he wrote "your name is Owen?" I asked. "Yes" he said as walked out of the room. "Owen" I called just before he exited the room. "Yes?" He answered and turned to look at me. "Sorry I yelled at you. And thank you for breakfast." I said and I forced my self to smile a little. "you're welcome" he said and smiled back before leaving. Days passed, weeks passed and even months but what John did was still fresh in my heart. I went on dates with a couple of guys but they all left me because I didn't open my heart to them. My heart turned numb. What I went through in my past relationships changed my perception of love. "I can't continue this with you. I'm sorry, I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me. I feel like I'm dating myself." The person I was dating at the moment said to me. I looked at him and said "Okay" "Okay? Is that all you are going to say?" He said "Well, at least I didn't cheat. You were the one that decided to leave. I respect your decision young lad. Good luck in your future endeavors." I said with a sarcastic tone and laid on my bed. The last thing I heard him say was "you are a lost cause" and he stomped out of the room and I heard the door bang. Later that evening, I was so bored and I didn't have anything to do. So I decided to clean the house. I did dishes, laundry, swept, mopped and arranged the house. While I was arranging my room I saw the book where Owen wrote down his number. I stared at the book for few minutes contemplating whether to call him or not.