Thot Stamp

What's going on?

Laura woke up to a hangover. Her head was spinning and her stomach was hurting like she just got kicked in it.

Laura rubbed her head as she adjusted her head to her surroundings. The good news she was in her bedroom. She was on the floor but she was in her bedroom.

"How the fuck did I get here?" She asked herself rubbing her head again.

Her bladder told her she needed to get to the bathroom fast.

She struggled at first to get her frame up from the floor. She felt a little nausea but not more than usual. She managed to get to her feet and another rush of pain hit her head. She felt dizzy as she stumbled from her bedroom to the bathroom.

She plopped her ass on the toilet seat as she peed instantly.

What the hell happened last night was the question she was trying to ask her brain but was getting no response back but a headache. She rubbed her stomach. She was feeling a little pain as she peed. She was starting to get worried.

Laura couldn't think straight. Her head was still killing her. She usually would take a Tylenol for the pain but she knew she couldn't know. She couldn't because...of the baby.

Oh no! Was this an alcoholic hangover headache?

She remembered hearing stories about women drinking while they were pregnant and having premature babies or even worse babies with mental defects. Laura couldn't deal with the fact if her baby was born retarded. She couldn't raise a special needs child. She had seen movies and documentaries about those kind of children and it was no fun for the mother.

"What did Michael have me drinking?" Laura was trying to piece together last night in her head as she wiped herself. "What happened after the bar? How did I get back here?"

Laura took some deep breaths. Bad enough she was pregnant with a baby by a man that didn't know anything about it but that baby might be defective because of her one night of drinking. Laura was about to panic and she didn't know what she was panicking about.

Laura contemplated on going to the clinic to find out what was going on with her pregnancy. She had an appointment coming up but now she was worried the baby may not make it until then.

Laura heaved herself off the toilet and opened the bathroom to see her mother standing there with judgmental eyes.

"Glad to see someone decided to wake up," her mother said.

Laura started feeling sick. She quickly turned around and ran to the toilet.

Liquids poured from her mouth inside the commode. Her mother ran and started patting her back to get the remaining phlegm out.

Laura looked at her mother whose eyes turned from judgmental to concern.

"You keep doing this to yourself," her mother said rubbing Laura's back.

"I'm not," Laura spitting into the toilet.

"You came back in here livid," her mother told her. "I didn't know what to do. I don't know what to do."

Laura shook her head and stood over the toilet to see if anymore fluids were going come out orally.

After two minutes, her mother directed Laura to the couch in the living room to sit down.

Laura felt a little better. At least her head was clearing up even though last night's events wasn't coming back to her memory yet.

Her mother sat beside her and just looked at her.