Chains of Obsession

31

♡Emilia♡

I groaned as I woke up. 11:59 a.m. I hate this hungover. What even happened last night?

Once again, I groaned as I got up, getting ready before I made my way downstairs.

As I make my way downstairs, I'm greeted by the sight of Antonio already up and sitting at the kitchen table.

He looks pretty rough, his hair mussed and his eyes bleary. He's nursing a cup of coffee, looking like he could use a good nap.

When he sees me, he winces and rubs his forehead.

"Oh, good, you're up," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "I was starting to think you were going to sleep the whole day away."

I grimace slightly, feeling the headache pounding between my temples.

"Yeah, I feel like crap," I mutter, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "What even happened last night? I can't remember a thing."

Antonio takes a sip of his coffee, his expression tired.

"Well, let's see," he says, scratching his chin. "Even I can't remember."

He lets out a sigh, leaning back in his chair. "All I remember is that we snuck out, got drunk, and ended up back here."

I nod, rubbing my temples in an effort to massage away the headache.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," I mutter. "How much did we drink?"

Antonio shakes his head, wincing slightly. "Way too much, apparently," he mutters. "I don't think I've been that drunk in a long time."

"Me neither," I say, groaning. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck."

I glance around the kitchen, noticing that the lights are dimmed and the curtains are drawn tightly, blocking out the light. "Did we make it back here on our own, or did someone bring us back?"

Antonio shrugs, taking another sip of his coffee. "I think we stumbled in here ourselves," he mutters. "But honestly, I don't remember. I blacked out somewhere around the fourth or fifth shot."

I make a face, my stomach rolling at the thought of more alcohol. "Jesus, we really went overboard, huh?"

I take a seat across from Antonio, rubbing my temples again. "Do you think we did anything stupid last night?"

Antonio lets out a rueful laugh. "Considering the fact that we both blacked out and woke up with killer hangovers, I'm going to say... yeah, probably."

I grimace, groaning again. "Great. Just what I need, a mystery of what stupid thing I might have done last night and have no memory of."

Antonio manages a grin, though his eyes still look exhausted. "Well, at least we had a good time, right? Even if we can't remember it."

I couldn't help myself and groan, "for fuck sake. I hate your idea of fun."

Antonio chuckles weakly, wincing as the movement irritates his headache.

"Hey, you were the one who agreed to go drinking with me last night," he points out. "Don't blame me for your own bad decisions."

I roll my eyes, though it hurts my head to do so. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I should have known better than to go drinking with you. You're a bad influence."

"But a fun influence," Antonio counters, a hint of a smile still on his face. "Admit it, you had a good time."

The two guards enter the kitchen, each holding a mug of coffee. When they see me and Antonio sitting at the table, they nod in greeting.

"Morning," one of them says, his voice gruff. "You two look like hell."

I grimace, rubbing my temples as the sound of his voice makes my headache worse.

"Thanks for reminding us," I mutter.

Antonio looks up at the guards, wincing again.

"I definitely feel like hell," he mutters, holding his head in his hands.

The guards chuckled, taking seats at the table.

"Yeah, you were pretty wasted last night," the other one says, a smirk on his face.

Antonio groans, burying his head in his hands. "Don't remind me," he mutters. "I don't even know how we made it back here."

"We found you stumbling down the street, completely drunk out of your minds," one of them says, taking a sip of his coffee. "We had to practically drag you back here."

I let out an embarrassed sigh, feeling my face heat up. Great, so not only did we black out and make fools of ourselves, but the guards had to carry us back here like helpless children.

The guards chuckle again, clearly amused by our predicament.

"Yeah, you were both pretty far gone," one of them says. "We had to practically hold you up just to get you to the stairs."

I bury my face in my hands, feeling the embarrassment wash over me.

"Great. Just great." I mutter. "Did we, uh...say anything stupid last night? Or do I do anything embarrassing?"

The guards exchange a look, their expressions turning slightly more serious.

"You both were pretty chatty last night," one of them says. "But... we didn't really understand most of what you were saying, to be honest. You were both pretty wasted."

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Gonna end the chapter in here. Just don't kill me please.