Forgive me

Five: Don't be True..

I groan. Rushing to the bathroom, then vomiting right into my toilet. The pain burned against my throat, with the taste of acid. I shouldn't have drank so much that night, It's fucking me up. My stomach is burning, or at least it felt like it is. Suddenly I've vomited multiple times, my breathing slowed as I notice Meghan leaning against my bathroom corridor, she sighs heavily while rubbing my back to support me. 

Another time my mouth opened feeling it bubble arise my throat, suddenly I've leaned back trying to relax, but the smell is irritating me. I'm frowning in pain while holding my stomach withering away in ache. 

"Let's wipe your face," Meghan helps me up while I sigh and I grab a face-cloth wiping it over my mouth, she looks over at me with a worry-friend expression, "All that alcohol ran right out of you Joey." She silently smiled while turning away to walk out, I just watched. 

But it hurt still; the pain is beginning to get more difficult, a sharp agony pain rips through my stomach coursing me to wince, I've never been this sick in agony with alcohol before, I've gotten drunk and puked in the morning but never this pain. I went to my bed and sat on the edge, dying of this agonizing torture as Meghan spectates me.

"Maybe you need to go in the walk-in Joey." Her voice lowered, worried as she rubs the side of her neck,

"I'll be fine, I'm just going to drink some water and maybe take some medicine," I suggested to myself making her nod, then walk out, I sit here for a couple minutes trying to ease this density in my stomach, It wasn't going away, finally I'm up and walked out my room going downstairs. Only Meghan was sitting on the couch but David not anywhere, I went to the kitchen, pouring myself water in a glass, then grabbing some Advil,

After a couple of sips, I went out to the front porch and sat down watching the beautiful nature do it's course. Only if I can do this all the time, I'll be happy at some point. Suddenly my stomach felt like It was tightening, making it harder to focus on helping myself. I lean back trying to soothe but nothing works, It's hopeless, maybe there was something in that alcohol last night, I shouldn't have gone to that stupid party.

Maybe I'll ask Stacy to play Minecraft with me later to distract this pain, I can't deal with it neither face it. It's not only little tiny rubbing against my flesh pain, It's throbbing sharp pain that makes me want to cry my eyes out way.

Maybe I should call my dad though, he always knows a solution to anything, he was a doctor before, he should know. I hit his contact and see it ring, I'm seeing the dinging while nervously but patiently staring at the phone, intrusive thoughts invading my head making me frown. I hate this. 

"Hey Joey," My father's genuine tone comes out as I felt like home, It's been a hot minute since I've seen him since he's on the coast, busy and taking care of his own life, I wonder how him and... mom have been doing, 

"Hi Dad.." I softly reply nervously,

"What's wrong? Something happen? You don't sound okay." 

Then tears pricked my eyes making them run down my cheeks, I feel like I'm humiliating myself right now. 

"I'm okay It's just. . I'm in pain, like, really bad and I vomited this morning," I explain trying to keep my nerves in place, but the memory of last night taunts me, now I'm shaming myself, what if he tells me I have a problem or something?

"Oh no, did you eat anything you aren't supposed too? Cold? Flu?" He continued,

"No dad. . I had a couple drinks last night at a stupid party." Shame was filled in my tone, then he stayed quiet.

He then sighs, "You tend to throw alcohol up in the morning, just drink water and rest. What's wrong though?" 

"It's bad pain, more than normal, It's throbbing, and I am crying like a child," I mumbled trying not to sound dramatic, 

"Joey did you slept with someone drunk last night?" He asked out-of-nowhere. 

Now we are going right into this quickly. I'm feeling a bit in discomfort, I've continued fidgeting my leg. 

"Dad.. It was a total accident, It was humiliating, don't know what really has happened only for him to give me a note about it, then running off." I've answered trying to keep myself together. But, my mind is the opposite. 

"Oh Joey, did he use protection?" He questions, again. 

"I don't know. I don't remember." I'm looking at the car passing, the stinging pain rushed inside of me. 

He stays quiet for a while making me worried. When he's quiet he's debating or thinking, or breathing to stay calm. He has emotions, maybe mixed emotions, I've grew up dealing with it making it difficult for me as a teenager, we always argued. Maybe a little to much where I've slammed doors in his face, but I was young and stupid, he understands those ages.—

"You need to go see a doctor Joey; I'm serious. You could be pregnant or sick," His words as he speaks made my freeze, maybe numb all around, pregnant?! I look down at my feet confused, how can I get pregnant? I know I have a vagina but I didn't realize—

"Dad I can be pregnant?" I nervously ask,

He sighs, "Joey you can, I've took you to the doctors when you were 15, and your personal doctor claimed your very active and definitely can get pregnant." I numbly stare at the ground before looking at my phone, my hand shaking, please don't be right, please don't. 

"I have to go dad.. love you." 

I immediately hang up, got up and rushed to my car, Meghan is right maybe there is something more. This uncomfortable throbbing pain isn't normal with me, neither is just puking the alcohol out, the pain still lasts longer and won't go away. I'm feeling more sick than usual. But I'm scared to figure it out, I'm hoping I'm sick, or having a cold. I'm not ready for kids, plus I'm terrified.