Who The Fuck Hit You??

Elara POV :

“Damn, my head.” I groaned into my pillow, which felt extremely softer than usual. I slightly opened my eyes, hoping to see my familiar house ceiling but instead I was faced with a huge diamond chandelier shining brightly at the middle of the ceiling. “What the fuck?” I stood up instantly, which was a bad decision cause my headache intensified and hit me all at once making me hiss harshly at the pain I was feeling.

I looked beside me to see if I can find my phone, only to see a glass of water, some drugs and breakfast. Which confused me even more cause how the fuck did I get here?

All I remember was me getting upset from the dinner and driving across a club, which I ended up going into because at that moment I needed nothing more than to get drunk to the point where I forget all about my miserable life. Just for a moment, I wanted to breathe.

But after ordering all those rounds of tequila shots, I completely blacked out and now I have absolutely no memory of me getting here or even me leaving that club.

I tried hard to remember but all it did was increase my head pain, “Hmm! Might as well take this drugs for my headache and eat cause Lord knows I’m famished.”

******

“Uhm, excuse me.” I said to the hotel receptionist while I head out, “Can I know who brought me to this hotel, you know I need to be able to thank the person for their help.”

She smiled at me softly, “I would love to tell you ma but the person has asked to remain anonymous, which means I can’t give out his name. So unfortunately I can’t help you with that. I do hope you had a wonderful time here at our hotel and you enjoyed your breakfast.”

He? Oh wow so it’s a He. And he wants to remain anonymous? I wonder why.

“Oh it’s alright then, incase the person ever returns here, I’ll like you to extend my gratitude to them for their help. I’ll be leaving now, thank you so much. I had a wonderful time and I really enjoyed the breakfast. It was amazing.”

“You’re welcome ma. We hope to see you soon.”

I walked out of the hotel feeling better than I did yesterday. I’ll definitely be visiting here again, their hospitality, the meals, the peaceful ambiance and lovely aesthetics was enough to draw me in. Mr anonymous sure do have such incredible taste.

Just as I brought out my phone to order a ride back to the club to pick up my car, my eyes instantly locked on my beautiful baby sitting pretty in all her mightiness.

My car.

Oh if I could see Mr anonymous right now, I could freaking kiss him for saving me the whole stress and expenses of a cab.

I ran to my car, first hugging it before entering into it.

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While driving I noticed Elliot blowing up my phone, I didn’t even notice all the missed calls I have from him since last night.

I knew I was gonna be in so much trouble when I get home but for now I’m not sure I care. So I proceeded to ignore all his call. I’ll deal with him when I get home.

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I saw Elliot standing at the entrance of the driveway while I drove in to park my car. Seems like he heard my car from a distance that’s why he’s out. I know for sure he’s about to drag my ass out from this car. And he did just that the moment I unlocked the car door, he dragged me by my hair and pushed me onto the ground making me scratch my elbow on the floor.

“Where did fuck have you been? You little fat slut. Answer me dumb bitch.” He pulled my hair again, rolling me on the floor.

“I….. I was at Love’s place. I lost track of time and Love asked me to stay over since it was late, so I did.” I lied.

The answer didn’t go well with him cause the next thing he did was slap the shit out of me and I know for sure that’s gonna leave a bruise.

“On whose permission, you stupid bitch. I don’t give a fuck about who the hell you go to meet but you better return back to this house the same day, before night. Or else I’ll come drag your fat slutty self all the way from there. Do you hear me bitch.”

He kept hitting me while uttering each words. Every blow hurts ten times more than the other, I just laid there quietly receiving every bit of it all cause I knew I had no other option.

He finally got fed up and angrily went into the house, took his car keys and drove out but not before asking me to make sure he better have some food prepared down for him before he gets back or he’ll make me feel worse than I already felt.

I took some moment to gather up enough strength before getting off the floor and walking into the house, straight to my room to clean up.

I’m used to treating my wounds myself, so it’s nothing new. I wrapped myself up, changed into a big ass black sweatpant and a black big t-shirt.

I stood in front of my mirror for a long time, looking at the big bruise on my face. Fuck! I’ve got work tomorrow, I’m gonna need to cover this up with a lot of makeup.

I cleaned up the house, prepared some spaghetti and sauce for him to eat before waiting on the couch for him to return.

******

Two hours later, I heard his car pull up in the driveway waking me up from my nap, I didn’t even realize when I slept off.

I quickly dished out his food, trying to avoid seeing him and placed it on the dinner table before heading off to bed, I needed to wake up early if I want enough time to cover up this bruise on my face.

I picked out my outfit for work which was a red shirt, black pencil skirt and I went with my red heels, before getting on my bed and falling asleep.

******

I tried my best to cover the bruise up as much as possible but it was too big for any magic I was trying to perform. I mean the magic worked…. But to an extent tho, someone can only notice it if they were staring at every details of my face intensely but as long as they are not, then I’m safe. But just to be safe, I used my hair to cover it. Making it look like it’s the styling of the hair.

I head into the university for my first class, which was Adrian’s class. I looked around and caught sight of Adrian staring at me intensely. Hopefully, he doesn’t notice anything cause I’m not about to start explaining myself to anyone especially HIM.

The class was a two hours class, which was very interactive and fun. I love the fact that all my classes are never boring. My students love them some Mrs Stone’s teaching, it’s always fun. I ended the class with asking them about their assignment.

“Email all your assignments to me by the end of today. Class is dismissed.”

The sounds of students leaving the lecture hall filled my ears, as I focused on packing my things to leave for my office.

Suddenly I heard Adrian’s voice from behind me.

“Who the fuck hit you?”

I froze.