There's nothing sexy about a half-dead boyfriend.
Around 12 AM, I woke up to rocks tapping against my window, only to find out Isaiah had just been jumped by a group of people out in the street and he needed a safe place to stay. Half sleep, I didn't question him too much. However, I woke up to the smell of his morning breath and drool in my face only to find him trying to bite my face off and barely comprehending English.
Even though my heart didn't want to, my common sense took over. I grabbed the lamp next to me, smashed it over his head, and ran out of the room with his phone in hand, prepared to call the police. I locked the door and moved the chest that sat in the hallway in front of it.
That's when a couple text flirty text messages from a girl we knew named Shelby came in through his phone asking where he was cause she missed him. I shook my head and laughed at the clawing and grunting he was making behind the door.
Yeah, worse Monday morning ever.