Betrayed

Chapter 35

I woke up to a knock on my room door, groaning as I rubbed my eyes. Last night's events were still hazy, but the pounding in my head was all too real.

I didn't sleep, thanks to the impromptu party the boys and I hosted. We'd felt like it, and before I knew it, the room was spinning, and my head was throbbing like someone was hitting it repeatedly.

Fuck alcohol, I thought, regretting the excess of the previous night. It wasn't stress that had driven me to drink; it was the stupid game someone had suggested. Truth, Dare, or Command - we'd used a bottle, playing a twisted version of spin the bottle.

The night had been chaotic, and I'd found myself drinking more than I'd planned, more than I should have. I'd tried to keep up with the others, but clearly, I'd lost control.

I slowly got out of bed, my head protesting every move, and made my way to the door. I opened it, hoping the person on the other side had some miracle cure for my hangover.

Anyway, I got out of bed and walked to the door, my movements hella slow. I opened it, and my father was standing there, pacing back and forth like a caged lion.

"Lihle, was there a party here last night?" he asked, his tone firm but controlled. I looked around, trying to play it cool, and shook my head. "Not that I can recall," I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Like, my parents are pretty chill and all, but teenage parties? They hate that shit with their whole heart. I knew I was in trouble.

"Then why does the house look like it's been hit by a tornado?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the mess. I saw my mother walking towards my room, her expression stern, and I let out a sigh.

I walked back to my bed and sat down, rubbing my face as I shook my head. I was in for it now. My parents were not happy, and I couldn't blame them. The room was a disaster, and I was the obvious culprit.

"Just go," my mother said, her voice firm but exhausted. I wasn't looking at her, but her words were like a punch to the gut. I took that as a sign and burrowed into my blankets, hoping to escape the chaos.

But my mother wasn't having it. "No! You go! Shower, get dressed, and just leave! I don't have energy for you right now!" she shouted, pulling me up from my bed. I looked at her, my eyes bleary, and touched my head, trying to ease the pounding.

"Go where?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I swear it felt like my head was stuck in my ass, because what the fuck was this feeling? It was like a hangover on steroids.

"I don't care! Just go! Because I know damn well you will not clean this house! So leave, so I can be angry in peace!" she shouted, her words echoing through the room as she stormed out. The door slammed behind her, making me wince. Fuck, these people were making too much noise!

I lay back in bed, feeling like I'd been put through a wringer. My head was throbbing, my body ached, and my parents were furious. This was not how I wanted to start my day.

I slowly got out of bed, my head still pounding, and made my bed to the best of my ability, considering the state I was in. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than the chaotic mess that had greeted my parents.

I stumbled to my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and my yellow LV shirt, hoping that getting dressed would help me feel more human. I ironed them, trying to smooth out the wrinkles, and laid them out on the bed, feeling a sense of accomplishment at this small task.

Next, I headed to my bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and washed my face, trying to wash away the remnants of last night's party. The cool water felt refreshing, and I began to feel a bit more alert.