My Murderous Finale - ✔️

Chapter 11

When I woke up the following morning, my head was pounding. I knew all the alcohol the day before was going to come back to haunt me. The sun poured in through the glass door and it made my head throb even harder. I could hear my pulse in my ears. Groaning, I fell back into my pillows and burrowed into the covers, pulling them over my head. A few moments later, before I was able to drift back to sleep, my door opened.

" Good afternoon sleepy head!" Kellan said in a sing-song voice.

" Go away before I throw up on you." I threatened from underneath my covers.

" I figured you'd be a delight. Listen, we're all heading to get some food, are you cool staying here by yourself?" he asked

I stuck my hand out of the covers and made a thumbs up.

" awesome, well here's a couple of bottles of water and some aspirin. Take 2 and drink both bottles and you'll feel great."

My stomach churned and I knew I'd be puking in a few minutes.

" We'll  figure out where to drink tonight for your birthday while we're gone." he kept on.

The thought of drinking more in a few hours sent my stomach over the edge. I scrambled out of the bed and ran for the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before heaving into it.

" Damn, you really went hard last night." Kellan mused from the doorway. " If you're not feelin up to it, no problem. Just chill today." he patted my head then left the room.

After emptying my stomach into the toilet, I laid on the cold tile. I emptied my stomach again twice, before losing the nauseous feeling. Each time wondering how I had this much vomit still in my body. I peeled myself off the floor, stripped my sweaty pajamas off my clammy skin, and got in the shower.

I slid down to sit on the floor of the shower, letting the hot water pour over me creating enough steam to fill the bathroom. I sat there for a while, my mind drifting to the previous day. I tried to not think of my life back home, outside of this trip, but it was impossible. The fear of what would happen if Evan so much as suspected the things I'd done on this trip, filled me. He'd kill me for sure. So many emotions filled my thoughts. From anger at where I was in life, to feeling like Evan deserved being cheated on, to hating that a part of me felt like I was stopping to the same level as him now. I didn't know what to feel or even think about it all but if this trip showed me anything, it was that what I had back at home was utterly toxic and I had to find a way out. It was what was best for everyone involved.

I finally stood and washed my body and hair before the water turned cool, then got out. After drying off, I put on a pair of large sweatpants and a tank top, chugged a bottle of water to swallow the aspirin, then slid back into the cozy bed and fell back asleep. The sun was setting when I woke up again to the sound of everyone out in the kitchen and living room. I didn't want to celebrate tonight, not as I could anyway. My mind was way too heavy and I felt like shit. I lay in bed watching Netflix on my phone as the voices slowly dissipated.

My phone vibrated with a text from Kellan asking if I was coming with them or staying in. I replied that I was staying. My mind momentarily drifted to Milo and if he'd make another nighttime appearance in my room. But I shook the thought from my mind, resolved to not take things any further in this situation. If I knew one thing, it was that I couldn't risk making my home situation any worse for myself.

After sleeping most of the day away, it was near impossible to sleep once night came. I opened the sliding door to the balcony and let the salty air blow through my room. I had Netflix on but my mind wandered the entire time. The freedom I had experienced on this trip was not just intoxicating, it was utterly addicting. I wasn't sure how I could ever go back to having no freedom at all. Now that I had a taste of what I have been missing, I didn't want to let it go.

I looked at the time when I heard the front door open and the loud laughter of all of my brother's drunk friends. I smiled thinking of how this life was so easy for them. They knew nothing about losing themselves or losing control of their life. My thoughts betrayed me again and i wondered if Milo would sneak into my room again. But I tried to push the thought out of my mind and the slight thrill that it gave me.

Milo never came to my room and happiness and sadness warred in my attention-starved mind.