Luther Martínez

Chapter 1

The music has become way too loud for me to handle. The alcohol is no longer settled at the pit of my stomach, it is now spiralling out of control as Gia spins me around the dance floor.

I'm continuously pulling at the hem of too-short dress, feeling as though at any moment, my dress will lift to reveal the thing Gia insisted I wear tonight.

Gia is laughing and I'm trying to do the same but every time I open my mouth to laugh, something acidic makes its way up my throat and I feel ready to puke it out.

Gia is shoving another glass into my hand and I'm too drunk to even think about whay migbt be inside. I pour the contents into my mouth and swallow.

That's when I spin again, hopping on the spot until I can't focus on one thing anymore.

Until I do.

My eyes somehow wander up to the VIP lounge which sits on a higher floor, overlooking everything else, where all the rich people sit and see a boy watching me. Or maybe not a boy. A man. A young man.

But I don't care. Right?

Gia spins me again, her hips moving exotically against my bum as she dances. I laugh but it turns into a gag.

Then Gia is pulling me away from the dance floor and towards the bathroom.

I'm sitting with my arms on the seat of the toilet and vomitting my guts out as Gia holds my hair back.

★

I wake up with a pounding head. I roll over, my arm hanging over something. Someone.

I gasp and sit up, yanking my blankets off the person beside me. She groans.

"Jesus, Gia," I sigh a sigh of relief, thankful that I didn't make a huge mistake by sleeping with some stranger from the club last night.

She turns, her back facing me.

"Get up," I say, wincing at the throbbing at my temples.

"Whyy?" She groans.

"What happened?" I wipe my eyes, rendering it pointless to try get her out of my bed.

She doesn't answer. She doesn't need to.

We both got pissed last night and the last thing I remember is vomitting my insides out into one of the toilets of Mystique Nightclub.

I throw my legs off the sides of my bed, rubbing my temples slowly with my fingertips. I glance at my phone after turning it on.

10:34 a.m.

My heart sinks.

"SHIT!" I yell, jumping to my feet.

Gia gasps, obviously startled by my sudden outburst, "What? What!"

She looks disorientated. I race to my cupboard and yank my work uniform from the railing.

"I'm late, bitch! I'm later than late!" I yell again, practically ripping the tight dress i wore last night off my body and slipping into the mustard coloured dress that 'Cindy's tea & biscuits' insists all waitresses are required to wear.

'Ugly uniform' is what I call it.

Gia slumps back down and attempts to go back to sleep but I throw something at her and yell, "Order me an Uber!"