The Everlasting Effect 💖

Chapter Eleven: Denara

The next morning, I woke up and groaned at the bright light shining through the curtains. As soon as I tried to get up, my head started pounding, and I felt like throwing up. I can't handle this feeling.

I made my way to the bathroom and barfed up the rest of the alcohol in my system. I didn't realize how much vodka and beer I must have consumed last night. What a freaking combination at that, too! I must have been out of my senses. I sigh, slipping past my lips at my stupidity.

Honestly, I have no idea what was going on and where I even slept last night, but this could not get any more embarrassing than it is. I'm not a teenager anymore, to be partying like one, especially since I have a daughter. Thank the stars that she isn't here but for the life of me, I can't remember what the hell happened last night.

I clutched my throbbing head in my hands as I sat by the toilet bowl, throwing up probably all its contents. I must look like The Walking Dead. Right now, I don't feel like doing anything..

I lean against the toilet, feeling weak. Upon flushing, I wash my mouth and wash my hands. This has got to be the most embarrassing thing a mother can do. Go out and get piss drunk for everyone to see. 

The tabloids are going to have a field day with this if there are any pictures or evidence. Letting out another groan, I run my hands through my hair and slightly panic, my anxiety skyrocketing at all the possible scenarios that could have happened. Damage control is going to be a Bitch and I don't want to do that right now, let alone a call from my so-called mother.

Freaking shit!

This headache is turning me into a mess and an angry one at that. Looking around the bathroom, I freeze. The familiar colors and design automatically register into my brain and I remember where I am. It's game over and I pray that I didn't do anything stupid. I glance at myself in the mirror and notice that I'm wearing Arawn's shirt. My eyes nearly pop out of its sockets and I threw any ability to understand and comprehend out the window.

I'm screwed!

I tiptoed across the bathroom to the room door and discovered that I did, in fact, sleep in Arawn's room, in his bed no doubt, even if I have no recollection of what transpired the night before. Arawn isn't present, but the other half of the bed appears to have been used. I'm trying to get a grip on myself clutch the frame from the side and hide behind the wall, to conceal myself from Arawn's presence. I quickly peek again and rush behind the wall when I hear a loud bang. Slinking down to the ground, I try to comprehend it.

"I was with Arawn last. Arawn was with me." I mumble to myself softly on repeatedly. I feel caught in a stupor at the realization. The only thing I remember is that we were together last night. I could facepalm myself right now and regret my stupidity, but I need to escape before he wakes up and later regrets my existence. I quickly clean myself up and try to stealthily move across the room and get the rest of my things.

"You're leaving? And Here I thought we could continue with our party."

His voice comes out of nowhere and catches me off guard. The unexpected sound made me hit my foot on the bedpost leg and crumble to the floor in pain. I glare at him from my position on the floor and for a second, it's like old times. I remember what I was trying to do and I feel like a deer caught in the headlights.

Busted

His voice was raspy, a little sarcastic nonetheless, and he had dark circles around his eyes. It was clear the night had left its mark on him as well. Despite all that had happened, he was still smiling, even making fun of you. I smile back at him guiltily. His reaction right now is definitely unexpected and I'm tempted to ask what happened to the real Arawn. I don't want to spoil the mood.