His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

21

Samantha

I woke up with a nasty hangover. Everything was hurting, pounding, and the harsh glare of the sun peeking through the window wasn't helping any. I covered my sore eyes with my arm and swung the covers off me, taking my time to carefully rise from the bed.

"Shit." I groaned to myself as my stomach ached in pain, my mouth feeling drier than ever before.

I blinked through the sleep in my eyes and held the side of my head as I looked around the room, trying to remember which door led to the bathroom. Bile and nausea swirled around in my belly, leaving a horrible taste on my tongue. I grabbed my phone and checked the time through cracked lids. Four p.m.

I pushed the bathroom door open and the sound of my bare feet padding against the cold tile was barely audible to my own ears, as it seemed the only thing I could hear was my blood rushing. My stomach churned, and within seconds, I was flipping open the toilet lid and dropping to my knees. I hunched over, vomiting everything in my stomach into the toilet bowl.

I gagged, using one of my hands to hold my hair above my neck and away from the rim of the toilet. "Kill me now." I moaned, wiping my mouth with the back of my palm. I flushed, then scooted away from the toilet and leaned against the bathtub. The cool material pressed against my back as a thick layer of sweat coated my body.

I dropped my head between my shoulders and cursed every god and goddess there was.

I took it too far last night.

I vaguely recalled being dragged away from Dove before I had the chance to take another shot, but everything after getting in Spade's car was a blur. My memory was too hazy right now.

Once the realization that I'd been sitting on the bathroom floor for over an hour creeped it, I got to my feet and slowly approached the shower. I was still wearing Spade's hoodie and my shorts, so I quickly stripped out of everything and flipped on the shower faucet. The water sprayed, scalding hot to the point where my skin burned, but I stepped in anyways. Water was supposed to cleanse the skin, rinse someone of their dirt, but that never really worked for me.

After scrubbing myself raw, I carefully exited the shower. The steam and heat was beginning to become too much, causing my head to spin and my headache to thrum.

I took extra time blow-drying my hair while still being wrapped in a towel, and then once I was through brushing my teeth and gargling with the mouthwash I found under the sink, I exited the bathroom and walked over to the closet. With a defeated, I ran a cold hand down my face before I sat down and started shuffling through the clothes that were in there. I never had such a wide selection of clothes to pick from, which was probably the reason why I settled with a white T-shirt that read, 'Villains' have more fun' with a loose pair of shorts. I also found a pair of fuzzy socks, and after sliding them on my feet, I left the closet.