My enemy since childhood

Chapter 93

Never again! never again, will i drink alcohol in my whole life, this is the devil's poison!

I woke up with a headache, stomach ache, throat ache, my whole body ached! had i thrown up yesterday or was it the poison that ate my throat and stomach and destroyed my brain cells? probably, i couldn't remember that i had thrown up last night, but at least the bed was clean. Damn, what a fucking anxiety i had, right now!

Slowly i sat on the edge of the bed, if i hadn't thrown up last night i probably would have done it soon because the slightest movement made my stomach turn. I swallowed and swallowed but my dry throat protested. With a deep breath i rubbed my face and head and wished i was dead.

Slowly i turned my gaze back to the bed and tried to remember what happened yesterday. Had Thomas slept over here? he was in my bed when i had fallen asleep, i remembered that, but had he stayed? no idea, even though i wanted to be with him 24/7, i was thankful that he didn't have to see me in this state. It was just too embarrassing!

I started to remember something from yesterday that i would have liked to forget. Shots after shots, loud music and well, what else? maybe just as well i don't remember anything, i thought, trying to get up.

My stomach did a turn so i had to sit down again so i wouldn't ruin the whole carpet. Don't throw up, don't throw up, don't throw up, was all i could think as i closed my eyes and took slow deep breaths.

When i got my heart rate down and my stomach calmed down i tried to stand up again and it actually went better this time. I walked with slow steps to the closet. Today i'm just going to wear soft clothes and just feel sorry for myself and eat everything i can think of, but first water.

With heavy steps i went down the stairs. Water, i needed water, i thought as my head ached more and more.

I heard sounds from the TV along with happy voices. Who the hell can be happy on a day like this? i thought wearily as i entered the kitchen.

I stopped short and my eyes widened. In the kitchen, Brooke, Dylan and Thomas sat around the kitchen island. So Thomas had stayed last night. What surprised me the most was that they had served the worst hotel breakfast. I loved breakfast but right now the thought of food turned my stomach. Again, i needed water and a million headache pills.

"You are alive!" Brooke exclaimed and i seriously wanted to slap her. Why did she have to be so loud.

"Please, don't scream" i mumbled and my voice sounded so hoarse that i was close to laughing even though my whole body protested.

"Sorry, i heard you got quite drunk yesterday" she continued and hugged me.

"Mm, you can say that. I don't remember anything and i will never drink again in my entire life!"

"That's what you always say after a successful drunk" Dylan said with a mocking laugh.

"Shut up" i muttered and walked over to the faucet.

With deep breaths i waited for the water to be cold. The drink of life, i thought as i filled the glass and gulped down the water as if i hadn't had a drink in months.

"Are you okay?" asked Thomas who stood next to me.

I glanced up at him and shook my head, which i shouldn't have done. It spun and i had to support myself with my hands against the sink to keep from falling over. How was it possible to feel so bad? shouldn't i be dead by now?

"I have to go, i will see you at school tomorrow" Thomas continued so i frowned at him.

"Do you have to go now?" i asked but it was more than a whisper.