Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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I woke up with a pounding headache that made me nauseous. I wanted to run to the toilet but with my alcohol-impaired walking, I barely stood on my feet. I reached out to every wall and furniture I could get my hands on until I made it in front of the toilet. I kneeled and, with a sudden retch, vomit poured out of my mouth.
I heaved a few times until I felt it was all out of my system.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as my breathing steadied. Then I sat down and reached for the towel, cleaning myself.
Man, what an intoxicating ride. It felt really bad like I couldn't remember anything that happened in the past few hours. It was blank. I just hoped I didn't do anything stupid while I was drunk.
A bitter chuckle left my throat as I thought, There's nothing stupider than what I did to Tristen.
Yes, I still remembered that night very clearly, and it made me teary again.
I was still feeling a bit tipsy, but not enough to numb the pain. It seemed that the drink helped me forget about everything except the very thing I wanted out of my head—that I hurt Tristen, that he was gone and probably never coming back.
I slumped on the cold tiles and leaned against the wall, so tired and miserable. All the numbness was gone and the terrible feeling I was trying to suppress returned. I betrayed Tristen. I used him like a horny maniac, like some perverted sex addict.
I covered my eyes and squeezed them to fight off the tears.
I really ruined it, haven't I?
My hand came slamming to the side of my head.
"Stupid. Stupid."
Nothing will be the same ever again.
A strong knocking on the door snapped me out of my self-pity. It was 11 in the evening and I wasn't expecting anyone. My first thought was him.
"Tristen?"
He came back.
I jolted up, grabbing the sink to avoid falling. I stumbled my way through the apartment, shouting.
"Tris! Tristen!"
I reached the banging door and didn't even bother checking through the peephole. All I wanted was to see Tris again. Excitement and anticipation stirred inside me. My heart was pounding as the knocks on the door became louder.
The door was practically shaking in front of me and it didn't stop until I unlocked it. If it was Tris, then he must be very pissed and only came here to punch me, which I would gladly let him.
I twisted the knob and pulled the door open. The person that greeted me on the other side made the tiny smile that formed on my lips drop.
