𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬
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When they all wake up again, in an unknown place, a headache to last them a lifetime and their memory gone, they know they've all messed up again. But, this time it's even worse. The stakes a...
I try to reach my hand to touch my forehead, wanting to rub away the oncoming hangover, but my arms are numb and I can't feel. Opening my eyes, I see a small yellow room. I'm lying on my chest, my arms trapped underneath me. I roll over, spreading my fingers and feeling the numbness leaving me. The room, which I've never seen before, smells and looks disgusting, a pile of smoke in the air.
"What the hell?" I mutter as I sit up, accidentally waking up Phil beside me. "Oh, sorry babe."
He jumps up, climbing out from under the small blanket we're sharing on the floor. He looks over at me, momentarily smiling at me until he runs his head in pain, groaning and standing up. I follow him towards the window, where we look out of the window, not knowing where we are but seeing that we're high up, clearly in a random hotel room.
A loud crash occurs behind us, both of us seeing Alan lying on the floor on his stomach, clearly having fallen off the top bunk. He walks over to us, rubbing his stomach which is covered up by a yellow top that is too small for him.
"Phil?" He talks. "I think it's happened again."
"Alan, what the fuck did you do?" I sneer.
"I didn't do anything. I swear to God." He shakes his head.
"Your hair is gone." Phil groans, making Alan feel around his beard. "No, no. Up." Alan feels the top of his head, where all his hair is gone, making him chuckle.
How the fuck did I not notice that?
"Where the fuck are we?" Phil sighs.
"Phil, I'm scared." Alan sobs.
"Stu, come on, get up," I call out. "We got a situation." The boys stubble around, trying to find Stu. I accidentally knock my arms over my chest, feeling a sharp and stinging pain. I groan as I walk over to a mirror on the wall, seeing something sticking out of my shirt. I know I'm not wearing a bra and it's so hot that it's impossible that my nipples are hard, so I bring my shirt up to my neck, looking at my breasts in the mirror. "What the fuck!" My scream makes Phil run into the room, and I turn around to show him. "Why the fuck does this always happen?" He stares at my revealed breasts, his eyes wide. "I got my fucking nipples pierced. This bloody hurts." Alan runs into the room, frightened. I quickly pull my shirt down. "It happened again, didn't it? We fucked up."
Alan walks away and I grab Phil's hand, all of us walking into the bathroom, where we see Stu asleep in the bathtub. Phil shakes his shoulder, waking him up and Stu sits up in pain. My jaw drops at the sight of his face, a large tattoo on the side of his face that looks painful. It's the same one that Mike Tyson has, starting at his forehead and ending under his eye.
