Anathema

Chapter Fourteen... If I Weren't Sober

I woke up the next morning intertwined in Ken's large dark arms. My head was throbbing; throbbing to the point that I didn't want to get out of bed.

I squinted my eyes and reached for my cell phone off the night stand without leaving the grip of Ken's arms.

The time was 5am.

My head was throbbing, my mouth felt dry, my stomach churned and my body ached. That liquor is a motherfucker.

I tried to pull away, but Ken's arms held tight.

"Let me go," I mumbled, voice laced with resentment.

Ken's grip loosened & I sat up on the edge of the bed, holding my head in my hand, my eyes squinting shut against the throbbing pain.

The room spun, a slow whirlpool sucking me under. My mouth felt dry, my toungue sticky, and my stomach turned with the resentment of last night.

I'm so sleepy, but my headache was so bad I couldn't sleep through it.

Suddenly, my throat began to water and I leaped from the bed racing to the bathroom.

I barely made it to the bathroom before vomiting violently into the toilet.

The bitter taste and stench filled my senses. I hurled and hurled, feeling like I was turning into a werewolf, as my fingers gripped the side of the tub for support.

Tears streamed down my face as I heaved and heaved again before more came up.

Ken walked into the doorway with a blank look on his face as I spit repeatedly into the toilet, making sure I was done & ridding that bitter taste from my mouth.

I sat in the corner of the bathroom, wet tears streaming down my face before Ken left out.

I struggled to my feet and rinsed out my mouth before flushing the toilet and washing my face. "No way I can go to work today," I muttered, looking at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were dark and my skin look like I was dehydrated. I looked horrible.

I brushed my teeth and gargled my mouth to rid of the bitter taste in my mouth. Reading my thoughts, Ken returned simultaneously with a cup of water and an advil.

"Thank you," I said lowly, avoiding eye contact.

He nodded his head as a 'your welcome' and stood against the door board, watching as I took it.

I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep, the room still spun, but me throwing up did help it a little, plus the Advil. Hopefully I feel better in the next couple of hours.

I laid down in bed and closed my eyes shut. The room still spun with my eyes closed, as if I was still drunk. I tried my best to ignore it and sleep it off.

Just as my eyelids dropped, my phone pierced the silence.

I hung it up without opening my eyes, not caring who was calling.

I felt the bed dip beside me and Ken pulled me into his arms again. I didn't mind it right now, I did still have a bone to pick with him. Just because we had sex, doesn't mean what happened last night is over.

It started ringing again immediately after. This better be an emergency.

I groaned loudly, earning a chuckle from Ken before rolling over, cracking one eye open to check the screen.

It was grandma. I hung it up again, thinking it couldn't be that important.

My grandma loved to just sit on the phone and talk about nothing. Duh, I loved those moments, but please not right now. The way I was feeling, I don't even think I'm going to make it through the day.