Chapter 3 Wave Of Shame

Aurora's POV

When I opened my eyes the next morning , the sun light coming through the curtains hit my face.

I tried to clear my head of the fog as I blinked confusedly.

I was in pain as I tried to sit up.

Something between my thighs throbbed with a pulsing discomfort and my legs felt heavy. It took me a moment to realize why

The memories then rushed back.

His hand. his mouth. The way his body pressed against mine lifting me and drawing me in, that a sense of unadulterated desperate need.

Then I realized that I had lost my virginity to a stranger.

A wave of shame swept through me seeping into every part of me as I drew the sheets over my body.

What had I done?

This is not how I wanted to lose my virginity. Not to some stranger who I barely remember now.

I felt shame crept up my body like cold water

Then I caught sight of something.

. I looked at the mess of sheets next to me and I realized that I was all alone.

He wasn't here and his side of the bed was cold. I felt a surge of relief but it was soon followed by a wave of shame. I didn't know who he was where I was or what I had done.

With my heart pounding I pulled the sheets closer around me. He was nowhere in the room and I had no idea where he was.

His shirt was next to me on the floor. I put it on mindlessly and as the fabric hung loosely around my body the hem just barely touched my thighs I thought of what next to do.

I got up shakily still trying to make sense of what had happened that night.

I remembered little but and the dull ache between my legs served as a continual reminder that I had given myself wholeheartedly to a stranger.

I had to leave this place, if he sees me, I'm doom, the whole pack will hate me definitely .

It was late morning almost noon when I looked out of the wind .I swiftly grabbed my phone off the nightstand and looked at the time.

I couldn't to stay here any longer. I didn't want to confront him or let him see how ashamed I was.

My heart stopped when I heard the bathroom door open. I froze and my breath caught in my throat . I didn't want him to see me. Not like this.

I spun on my feet as I hurried to the door and fumbled for my shoes.

Him seeing me in this state-embarrassed , remorseful and overcome with a persistent sense of loss-was the last thing I wanted.

What if he was someone I know?

My heart was racing and without daring to look back I flung open the door and ran down the hallway.

I could hear his voice calling out faintly behind me as I ran away. My face was flushed as I hurried down the stairs and out the front door.

The burst of fresh air hit me, outside was as busy as hell but I cared less.

I had no idea where I was going. All I knew was that I had to leave here. Immediately.

The sky was glowing orange as the sun started to set by the time I arrived home.

The cold air felt sharp against my skin and I shivered pulling the oversized shirt tighter around me. I locked the door behind me as I got to the apartment and flopped down on the couch burying my face in my hands.

The sound I wanted to make-a scream-got stuck in my throat. I couldn't understand what had happened or how it happened.

I didn't know who to blame so I blamed the alcohol

My phone buzzed I snapped out of my though. Mia had left a message.

***I wanted to know if you were alright. Give me a call when you can**

I gazed at the message for a while as a knot formed in my throat. I should have given her a call.

She had supported me through all of the drama with Bennett but this was something else.

I had to tell someone what had happened even though I didn't want to.

With trembling fingers I swiftly typed a message.

***It was chaotic last night. I have no idea what took place. I simply. . . I simply want to forget**

Before I could stop myself I hit send and threw the phone on the coffee table.

The stranger's touch , the heat between us and the sudden collision were all replayed in my mind as I gazed at the ceiling.

Although it was passionate and something which shouldn't have happened but it felt good.

It felt like a last-ditch effort to patch up a hole in my heart to do anything at all anything but confront the pain Bennett had caused.

And now I was. empty alone and only holding onto the shards of a one-night stand that I didn't know if I should regret or not.

I felt kinky. . . . I had to wash. Everything had to be washed away including his touch, his smell and the heat that was still burning in my body.

With my legs still unsteady I got up and stumbled to the restroom.

I removed the shirt and got into the shower, the hot water burned my skin but the embarrassment stayed. It wasn't just physical shame. It was something else. I was the girl who had threw her shame to the wind and enjoyed a rough night with a stranger.

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As I tried to get my thoughts straight I let the water run over me but I couldn't help but think about him again. His gaze. His hot roaming hands. Would he care about me or even remember me?

Well, I didn't care and I didn't want to think about him again.

"Aurora!" I heard someone yelled from downstairs and I cursed under my breath.

Darn it. They are back . My life had returned. Back to endless torture and been a maid to my step sister and step mother.