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I was swaying to the jazz music. My body moved so slow.

I was alone. So alone.

I should have never opened the door.

"I can't deal with you anymore, Hannah! Go away!" His words pierced my heart. "Get out! Get out now!"

What did I do? I don't remember what I did wrong.

He was with her...

"I can't believe you, Peyton!" I yelled back, my hands balled into fists.

3 years thrown away for nothing...

"If you don't leave now Hannah, I'll call the police!"

I couldn't move. I wouldn't. He was me kicking out of our home.

How could you cheat on me, Peyton? I loved you.

I trusted him. I gave him my all and he does this.

I thought he was happy with me but I guess not. I wasn't enough. I could never be enough for a guy like him.

I took another sip of my drink. It was the only thing at the moment that could numb my pain.

The pain was so overwhelming. I thought I'd pass out.

My phone buzzed in my purse for the twelfth time. That's probably him...

"Bartender!" I shouted, my voice slurred. I waved my hands in the air. "Get me another shot!"

I realized I was grabbing the attention of a few guys at the corner of the bar. They smiled and winked at me, looking me up and down. Of course...a bunch of perverts.

"You've had enough, young lady." The bartender said with a frown on his face. "You should go home."

"Shut up and get me a shot! Don't you want my money?" I waved my five dollar bill in his face.

He let out a sigh and began to make me another drink.

My vision began to blur. I'm must be drunk.

"Hey there, little bunny." A sweet voice rung in my ears. Who is talking to me? Who would want to talk to a mess like me?

I looked up at who was bothering me. I couldn't make out the face. All I could see were blurs. A big two digit number in white was plastered on the person's shirt. A basketball jersey? "Who are you?" I asked, feeling dizzy.

"Little bunny, you look lost." The person said, getting closer to me.

"I'm not lost..." I said, backing up. "Please, leave me alone. I'll call the police."

Who is this guy? Is he going to rob me?

"Why don't you come with me? Don't worry, Bunny. I'll take away all your worries." He held his hand out to me.

I stared at his hand.

Take away all my worries, huh? After all the fucked up shit that happened to me today... I looked up at his blurry face, then took his hand in mine.

Hopefully, I won't regret this.

He held my hand tight in his and kissed it. "Perfect."

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I woke up with the sun burning bright in my eyes.

I sat up in the bed. I looked around. My jaw dropped. The bedroom I was in was gigantic. I couldn't believe it. The bed was huge and a black and white designed blanket lay on my body. Two big golden pillows lay under my head. The walls were a beautiful, bright pink as well. Lights were scattered across the room, along with a glass door. The floor was wooden and was perfectly polished. How the hell did I get here?

I stood up from the bed and realized I wasn't in my dress anymore.

I was in a black shirt with the name "Python" plastered in the front of it and long basketball shorts.

My pink dress was folded, laying at the edge of the bed.

My head began to pulse. I groaned. I must have a hangover.

Where am I?

I opened the door to the room. Outside, was a long tile hallway with a dozen doors on each side of the wall. The doors looked elegant as well, even though they were only doors.

I walked down the hall and looked into each of the rooms. They were empty, but one of the rooms had a messy bed. Someone must live in there.

I went down the stairs, groaning from the feeling in my head.

I could hear a noise. It sounded like coffee being made. I followed the sound and it led to a kitchen.

"Bunny? You're awake." I jumped at the mysterious voice. I quickly turned. A man with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes were staring at me. He had full pink lips and a square jawline. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but black sweatpants.

My jaw dropped. He's... gorgeous.! He's far more handsome than Peyton! I didn't know a guy like that existed.

He was holding a mug of coffee in his hand. He gave me a big smile. "Would you like some breakfast?"

I stood there, watching him. He brought me here, didn't he?

I couldn't help but realize he looked familiar. I must've seen him on tv or something.

Wait... "D- Did we..." I started. I was too embarrassed to say it all.

"Did we what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I slept with a stranger!" I yelled. "What the hell's the matter with me! I'm going to hell-"

"Bunny, we didn't sleep together."

"What?" I immediately stopped. "We didn't do it?"

"I didn't sleep with you. Not yet, anyway." he gave me a charming smile.

"How did I get here?" I quickly questioned.

"I brought you here."

"How?"

"I drove."

"How long have I been here?"

"About two and a half days."

"Two and a half days?! I've been out for two and a half days?!" I'm a hopeless mess. Just like Peyton would say.

"Yes." He took a drink from his coffee mug. "Would you like some coffee?" He asked again.

"Um...who are you?" I asked him, balancing on my toes.

"My name?" he asked.

"Yes. Your name."

"You can call me whatever you want, Bunny." He smirked.

"N-no. Please tell me your name." I was never good at nicknames, but everyone seemed to like giving me one. Peyton used to call me 'Kitty'.

"It's Logan. Logan Python."

Python? I know that last name... but from where?

"And yours, Bunny?" He asked, taking a bite from his toast.

"Hannah. Hannah Sky."

"Hannah..." My name rolled off his tongue. "What a lovely name. Now, would you like some coffee?"

"Sure." I joined him in the kitchen and he poured me some coffee. He handed me the cup of coffee and some toast. I took a sip of the coffee. I moaned at the taste. It was delicious.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, I do. Thank you." I gave him a smile.

"You're very welcome, Bunny."

I stared at the coffee inside of the mug. I could see my reflection, but it was blurry. Just like everything was a few nights ago.

That night... I had lied to Logan. I was lost. Peyton had kicked me out. I had nowhere to go. I should have never trusted Peyton. I'm such an idiot.

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