¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

2.2

𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎

My body convulsed violently as I woke up, coughing my insides out. My hands gripped the side of the mattress so I could push my head over the edge and throw up on the floor. Tears took over my sight, and I found myself wishing death would end my suffering. I emptied my stomach to the extent where there was nothing left, but I continued to gag painfully. My hand wrapped around my sore throat as the back of my mouth burned from all the vomit. It was impossible not to continue gaging when I glimpsed at the mushed-up food mixed with all the alcohol I drank. The smell wasn't helping either.

Oh, God, what I was ready to give to have Amanda by my side right now...

I wiped my mouth, feeling too weak to stand up. Amanda would've waited for me with two pills of Ibuprofen and a glass of water before letting me sleep off my hangover, just to give me a Bloody Mary when I woke up again. But Amanda was nowhere in sight. As a matter of fact, no one was in sight. 

Pulling my hair back from my face, I stepped on the floor, almost collapsing the exact second. My legs were worked off, and my core wasn't in the best shape. Leaning against the wall, I made it to the bathroom without falling. My head was spinning even after I washed my face with cold water. The party had ended long ago, but my head was still bouncing in rhythm with the music I could still hear. I cupped some water with my hands and downed it, hoping it would cool off my burning throat. It didn't.

Grunting under my breath, I walked back into the suit. Clothes were scattered around the room. I tripped on a shoe when I noticed my skirt hanging on the dresser's edge, causing me to mindlessly rush in its direction only to trip and break my neck. "Ugly fucking shoes," I spat, getting up from the floor with too much effort.

I managed to put my skirt, blazer, and boots on, but my tank top was nowhere to be seen. And there was no way I was staying in this room for longer. Everything in here made me sick. And if that wasn't enough, I felt like the biggest idiot. Covering my exposed chest with my blazer, I walked out of the room. I couldn't even look myself in the mirror. I was too scared of the person that was going to look back at me. 

Another growl left my mouth when I hit my foot on the bar, but instead of walking off, I hit the marble harder as if it had feelings for it to feel pain. I needed some medicine that would calm down my nerves before I did something worse than cussing shoes and hitting furniture. 

I picked up the sunglasses on the counter when I looked out of the large windows. Of course, it was going to be sunny in a place that was known for its shitty weather. And when I was asking for cloudy weather, of course, I was going to get a grumpy brother instead. Liam was sitting with Charles and having breakfast. Brother? Check. Grumpy? Once I walk out, definitely, a check.

The sun burned my eyes even with the sunglasses on, and the smell of the delicious breakfast made my stomach growl. However, Charles seemed to be eating for both of us with the amount of pancakes he had on his plate. It was so obvious he was back on Heroin with all the food in his mouth. There was a greater possibility he was going to die from obesity than a Heroin overdose.