A/N: I am really sorry about the long delay. I know this chapter is short, but I will try to update soon...maybe tomorrow. Anyway...I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 9: Anywhere But Here

Greg regained his consciousness and found himself on his bed. The room was dark and the covers were pulled up to his shoulders. Greg rolled over to look at the clock. He read the neon red light on the small clock. It read 11:30 pm.

" It can't be this late. What happened to the day? Why am I in bed?" Greg asked himself, full of more questions than he had answers for.

Then the day's events hit him full force and he felt his stomach flip and do somersaults. He realized why he was in bed and felt his insides come up. He ran to the bathroom and threw up. He started to cry at the very thought of what happened. His body shook each time he shed more tears.

"Why? What did I do to you? WHY?" he yelled through his tears.

He tore his clothes of and threw them in the wastebasket, while turning on the shower. The water was hot and his skin cold and he shivered even in the midst of the hot water. Greg lathered the soap on to his skin until the full bar was in fragments. His scrubbed his skin until it was red and burning. He stayed in the shower for well over an hour as he let the water soak into his skin. He did any and everything he could possibly do to rid himself of the skin and fingerprints that touched him previously. The mere thought of it happening kept making Greg want to throw up his insides.

Greg finally pulled himself out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself. Even when he looked at himself, he could feel disgust and despair wash over him, as though he was the one who caused the pain upon himself.

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a long sleeve Converse shirt and dressed himself. He fixed his hair just a little, though he wasn't trying to impress anyone. He grabbed his keys and locked up his door, before walking out of his apartment building. He kept looking behind himself, as though thinking Nick would be right behind.

He walked over to where his car was parked, only to find it gone.

" No…. no, this can't be right," Greg said, his voice rising into a yell. " No! Damnit! Why? Why me?"

Greg brushed his hands through his damp hair in frustration. He could have sworn that he had the right set of keys with him. And he couldn't go back in; God knows if Nick was watching him from somewhere. He wasn't safe here; his only home was no longer safe for him. He shook his head and walked off the lot. He wasn't quite sure where to go, but he supposed anywhere was better than here.