A Piece of Me

5

[a/n: i apologize for the lack of updates recently.  i am writing like crazy and then i forget to publish the chapters when i get done with them LMAO]

Elizabeth's pov

I didn't want to open my eyes out of dread that the sun would stare me down, as if scolding me for what I did last night.

What did I even do last night? I can't remember

Oh, was my first thought when every memory of last night hit me like a brick wall.

I sure did feel like I was hit with a brick wall, and then it crumbled on top of me, each brick individually hitting me on the head to cause a pounding that would last a lifetime.

I peeled open my eyes, peeking back over my shoulder to see Colby still sleeping with his back facing towards me.

Just like me, he was also naked. Probably. Looked like it, from what I could see of his bare back.

He had a tattoo, an x with slashes in it. I wonder if that's his only one.

I slipped out of bed, bending over to grab Colby's shirt from last night and my underwear, putting them on before leaving the room.

My stomach ached, as I should have guessed before I even tried to move. My next goal was to find a bathroom, which I found quite quickly since it was right outside of his room.

I did my business, not looking in the mirror until I washed my hands. I never took off my makeup from last night, so it gave me a raccoon-eyed appearance.

My hair was a mess, knotted from scalp to ends. I splashed my face with cold water, using it to help wake me up.

It couldn't have been later than nine in the morning, and I left the second floor and made my way downstairs past all the empty bottles and sleeping bodies.

I didn't know where Stas was, whether she went back to my house or not. But that's what I did.

I snuck my way outside, which wasn't hard to do because it is incredibly difficult to wake up crashing sleepers.

I pulled myself back over the fence, letting my body fall back onto the ground when I got into my yard.

I landed on something gross, something slimy. It covered my legs, different varieties of pinks and browns and yellows and gross greens, along with wet and muddy grass.

"Oh come on," Out of nowhere, I began sobbing.

I don't know why I was crying. I knew I had landed in the things that I threw over into my yard last night, but it was covering my ass and legs.

The tears blurred my vision, the coldness of the wind making my tears feel like ice cubes.

Goosebumps covered my legs as I stood up, waddling into the house.

I was lucky I left the door unlocked, showing that something good could happen even on bad days.

I didn't want to walk the entire way up the stairs, all the way up to the shower in my bedroom.

It would mean that there were more floors for me to clean, more work for me to do after I cleaned myself up.

I turned on the shower water in the guest bathroom, locking the door behind me before slipping off my flimsy excuses for clothes.

My heart almost dropped when I realized that I had no idea where my phone was, but remembered that I never brought it to the party last night.

I let the hot water boil my skin, letting it run through my hair and down my face and body into the drain.

I stood with my arms crossed for a couple of minutes while I tried to pull my thoughts together.

I needed to go to the hospital today, figure out where Stas is and clean up the backyard.

And, no, I will not tell her I hooked up with Colby. Not happening.

Unless she already knows, and the only way she'd know is if Colby said something.

He won't say anything, right?

I hope not.

I scrubbed at the gunk on my legs, realizing that it was already mostly off.

I couldn't motivate myself to actually do anything else like washing my face or hair, but I forced myself to do it.

I had no motivation to do anything. I didn't want to do anything.

I want to sleep. I want to drink. Drinking sounds fun. So does sleeping.

I love the feeling of being drunk, but being hungover leaves only the thoughts of drinking more in my brain.

I don't think that's how it's supposed to work, but that's how my brain likes to function.

Eventually, I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself so I could make my way to my bedroom to put clothes on.

The house was still quiet when I walked through it, so I could only guess that Stas wasn't home yet.

I put on sweatpants and a hoodie, putting my wet hair up in a bun. I didn't care so much about makeup, since I'd be home alone.

I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, on a search for my tea kettle. I found it, filling it up with water before setting it on the stove and turning it on.

To my surprise, the doorbell rang. Then the knocking started. Three taps. Pause. Five taps, in a one, one-two, one one pattern.

Odd that I kept track of that, but it was also odd that someone was at my door.

Hesitantly, I walked over to the door and opened it.

To my disappointment and bittersweet excitement, it was Colby.

He wasn't shirtless anymore, wearing an outfit very similar to mine.

"You didn't forget about me, did you?" He asked with a smile.

"No!" That simple joke filled me with guilt, "No, I'm sorry. Come in, I'm so sorry,"

"Quit apologizing," He sighed, looking around as he stepped into my house.

It wasn't until I shut the door that he hugged me, wrapping his arms around my body.

I've hooked up with people before, and usually this didn't happen afterward.

Where in the world of hooking up does someone hunt down the other in the event that they ditch them in the morning?