3. An Encounter with HER.

Killian’s POV

I open my eyes to a cleaning lady tapping my back. It’s already morning, I have been here all night long. I feel like crap.

“Trisha.” I call out as I adjust to the morning light. My head is pounding so hard, it hurts so badly. I look around the room, but she is nowhere to be seen. Why do I feel like Trisha was here with me? But where could she be.

“Trisha.”? I call out for her again.

“There is no Trisha here, sir. And you need to leave. It’s already morning and customer’s time is over. I need to clean up, sir.” The cleaning lady says.

I look around again, feeling really confused. I could have sworn Trisha was here with me. Did she leave me again?

“Sir, please, I am moving with time here.” The cleaning lady says to me impatiently.

“You are sure you didn’t see a lady here.” I ask.

“No sir, when I arrived here you were all alone. And that’s why I woke you up.” She explains. Getting up, I notice that my things aren’t with me. My wallet isn’t here.

“Did you see my wallet and keys?” I ask, rubbing my face. I feel as if I will be sick any moment now. Why did I have to drink this much?

“No sir.” She says as she continues to wipe the table off.

“What do you mean, no, I had my wallet and my car keys here on this table. Who could have taken them?” I ask walking up to her.

“Sorry sir, but I really don’t know. I just came a while ago.” she says, fear written all over her face. I study her for a while, she is telling the truth, I can tell that she isn’t lying, so I just walk out. Maybe someone took it. I look around, but it seems like no one is around, so I just result to going back to the cleaning lady.

“Where is everyone? Who will I ask for my things?” I ask her.

“Everyone went home sir, and around here I don’t think that they are allowed to take anyone’s things.” She clarifies. Oh! no! Does she mean that someone stole my things? S**t, I just hope not because I really need to go back to the pack and freshen up. I run outside so that I can look for my car. But then I notice that my car isn’t where I had packed it before.

Have I been robbed? Where could my car be?

I walk around the club, but I cannot see my car anywhere.

What’s up with my life? I am so messed up. I decide to walk back to the pack now. Maybe I can clear up my mind after a walk. Since I am at the human side, I have a really long way to walk before I get to the boundary where I can strip and run in my wolf form so for now, I have to walk a really long way.

I take the paths in between buildings, I avoid the main road because I look like crap and I reek of alcohol.

As I am walking, I hear someone screaming for help from afar. I listen to where the screams are coming from, I run towards them. Someone really needs my help. I can even smell blood. I notice two guys on a lady, one is trying to take her purse and the other is on the lookout, but the lady is clutching to her purse so tightly. What’s wrong with her? Does she want to die just because of a purse?

I pick up the guy from on top of her and just punch him hard on the stomach? He falls off the floor and clutches his stomach as he groans in pain. The other one charges up to me in full force, but he is met by my hard blow on his nose. He doesn’t even wait, he just runs in the opposite direction screaming. The first one is just left on the floor crying.

“Thank you so much cutie, but I had it under control.” The lady says, wiping herself up and picking her purse from the floor. She is so rude. I notice that she is using the wall for support. She must be really hurt. I walk to her and offer my hand for support. As she faces me, something about her catches my eye, her long hair. Her eyes look so exhausted, it’s like she has been up all night. By the sudden change in her pulse rate, it’s like she knows me from somewhere.

“Do I know you?” I ask. She shakes her head.

“Thank you for saving me, but can I go now.” she says to me.

“Alright.”? I say, retracting my hand and paving way for her to pass. I still think that I know her, but when I try to remember from where, my head starts to hurt.

“Ooouch!” she cries after walking a few steps. I knew she wouldn’t be able to walk on her own. Not after hurting her knee so badly. “Give me a hand, please, cutie.” I know she is just flattering me so that I can help her. I walk to her, and she slides under my arm.

“Where to.” I ask.

“You smell so horrible.” She says. Why doesn’t she seem to ignore my questions?

“Thank you.” I say meeting her sarcasm. She is so weird, I am helping her, and she dares to tell me that I stink. I just hope her house or whatever I am taking her isn’t far because I am so tired. Her scent seems so familiar too, why can’t I remember. Who can she be?

“Here we are, now how am I going to walk up the stairs, and there is no elevator in this building.” She asks, looking at me at length as if studying my face. I know exactly what she means, I just wish I had left her alone.

“Will you carry me, cutie.”? She asks, pouting her lips like a baby. She is too much. So dramatic.

Without a word, I scoop her up and run upstairs, I take two stairs at a time.

“You are so strong.” She says, chuckling as she taps my arm. She rests her head on my chest comfortably.

“There, there tiger, you are so energetic, put me down now.” She demands after four floors. I do as she says, and I proceed to leave, I don’t want to spend any other moment with her. I cannot even stand her.

“hey, how can you leave just like that? At least you can help me open my door.” I turn around, feeling so enraged. She smiles fakely and dangles her keys before her. I snatch them off her and insert them impatiently on the keyhole. It takes a while, but the door swings open. I hand her the keys and step back to leave.

“At least have some coffee. You look like you need it.” She is not wrong. So, I follow her in, awkwardly.

Jeez! What an unkempt house, it is beautiful, but I don’t even know her to sit. How am I even going to drink the coffee now? Her couch is full of clothes, the floor is dusty, I can see a broom, her bras scattered all over. How does she even manage to live in such an environment?

“Sorry about the mess, I have been up and down.” She says clearing the clothes from the couch and instead of keeping them safely, she throws them on the floor.

“The kitchen is that way, make yourself at home.” And with that, she leaves the room, I guess she is going to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

What am I supposed to do now? I really need coffee. But it feels so yucky being in such environment.

Maybe the kitchen is better. I get up from the couch and head to the open kitchen just at the corner of the house. I step on a hair curler almost tripping falling but I have good reflexes so I steady myself.

I gasp at the sight before me as I get to the kitchen. Should I run away? I take courage and proceed just like that.

I have never seen a dirty woman like this.

so many dirty dishes in the sink, they stink. How does she live like this?