Threads of Destiny (Tom Kaulitz) eng vers

Chapter 7: The consequences

A truly nightmarish scene had just unfolded. As if that wasn't enough, it had splattered onto my heels. Despite my state of intoxication, I felt deeply embarrassed to have suddenly vomited in the street like a careless person. At least it hadn't happened inside the club... Tom averted his gaze to spare me further embarrassment and handed me a tissue, followed by a bottle of water. I wiped myself off, rinsed my mouth and my feet. Paradoxically, this episode didn't really improve my condition. And like any intoxicated woman, I became excessively touchy and burdensome to tolerate. I had lost all control over myself and was doing things I could never have imagined. Sober Maya would have already scolded me if she had witnessed all of this. I started laughing and apologizing to Tom, playfully tapping his shoulder without restraint. Moreover, it was incredibly kind of him not to say anything and to display patience.

"I think it's time for you to go home," Tom proposed, gently removing my hand from his shoulder.

I refused in a childish manner and insisted on going back to the club. I attempted to move forward, but his hands on my waist prevented me from taking even a small step. I had truly lost all semblance of strength. Bill and Gustav, after spotting the commotion and hearing who was behind it, rushed out of the club. Observing my state, they came to support Tom in preventing me from aimlessly wandering the still lively streets of Berlin. Tom explained how we had ended up here, while I cut him off to suggest going somewhere else for more drinks. They obviously refused, and each of them tried to explain that I was in no condition to have another drink.

"You guys are... SOOO... lame," I blurted out.

They eventually managed to get me into the car and we started heading towards my home. Resigned to going back, I began humming "So Sick" by Ne-Yo, albeit off-key. My head rested on Tom's shoulder, who remained motionless, not rejecting me. He simply kept his eyes on the road.

One of the boys must have informed my mother, as she was waiting outside, ready to take over and allow the boys to return home. Before entering the house, I waved goodbye to the boys.

"Byeeee, let's do it again anytime!!!" I exclaimed, my voice slowed down by alcohol.

I finished my goodbyes by blowing a kiss to Tom, just as he used to do. Sober Maya must be tearing her hair out right now. My mother took the care to give me a cold shower to sober up, and it was in a better state that I fell asleep, still unaware of the follies I had committed that night.

The next morning, past 1 p.m., I woke up from my mini-coma. Unrelenting headaches mercilessly plagued me, as expected. Before heading to work, my mother had prepared an "anti-hangover" breakfast for me: a cup of herbal tea infused with a variety of unpronounceable herbs, toasted bread, and poached eggs. Thus, in complete blissful ignorance, I began to eat with alarming slowness, devoid of any energy. I tried to recollect the events of the previous night, but nothing came to mind. It was a complete blackout. Georg stormed into the kitchen, holding his phone to his ear.

"Maya, tell me you didn't do that?" Georg exclaimed.

"Stop yelling in my ears, you idiot," I retorted with indifference.

I continued eating without even looking at him. I didn't have the strength to argue with him, so I ignored his remarks, which, as always, were probably meant to annoy me. He continued talking on the phone, uttering sounds of exclamation and astonishment.

"Tom??? Well, I'm shocked! Maya, you must have been possessed last night, it's not possible," Georg added.

I continued to ignore him even more, though I started to wonder if he was serious or not. I tried to remember something... Nothing, everything was blurry, imprecise. What on earth did I do? I still remember the club, the pounding music in my ears, the four of us dancing on the dance floor, endless drinks, and then... How did I end up in my bed again? When I drink too much, these memory lapses often occur.