I Choose You

Chapter Seven

The next morning I woke up to be greeted by an awful headache. It felt like someone was drilling through my skull from the inside, out. There was nothing like starting off your day with a huge hangover.

"I'm never drinking again. " I mumbled clutching my head and stumbling out of bed.

Yeah, that's what you said the last time. The little voice in my head scoffed.

"Shh. Be quiet, you're making my head hurt more. " I whispered in response, massaging my temples. "Great now I'm talking to myself. "

My stomach rumbled and churned and I ran to the bathroom knowing what that meant. Everything came pouring out into the toilet and I was shocked my intestines wasn't regurgitated too. Once I was done I flushed all the contents of my stomach and brushed my teeth.

Looking in the mirror, I looked like something out of The Walking Dead. My eyes were puffy and bloodshot, my makeup was beyond smudged and my hair was a bird's nest.

"Definately not drinking again."

I took a long, hot shower and went back to my bedroom to pull on a pair of sweatpants and one of my brother's oversized t-shirts that I'd stolen from him. All this time I tried to recall the events of last night but all that did was make my head hurt more without me getting any results.

I padded downstairs and I went straight to the kitchen were the sweet aroma of waffles and bacon was coming from. My mom was making waffles and on the island was a plate of waffles and bacon and a small bottle of aspirin.

"Morning mom," I greeted taking two of the aspirins and swallowing them dry.

"Good afternoon, honey." she replied turning on her heels to face me. Her eyes immediately narrowed, "Honey I told you to stop swallowing pills dry. Here." she strided to the fridge, poured me a glass of orange juice and handed it to me.

I took the glass and gulped it down in one go. I didn't even realize how thirsty I was. "Thanks mom. It's afternoon already?" I glanced at the clock and sure enough it was past one o'clock.

She smiled at me, "It seems like you had a pretty fun time at the party, you know since you came home late and drunk may I add."

I slowly swallowed the piece of bacon I was chewing. "Oh God mom I'm so sorry. Things just kinda, you know, spun out of control."

She nodded understandingly. "I know. Things can get a little crazy at these things but you have to promise me you'll be more responsible next time." I crinkled my nose and gave her my I-don't-think-I-can-make-that-promise look. "Promise me and I won't tell your father. "

She had me there. If there was one thing I didn't want, it was my dad finding out that his little girl got shit-faced drunk at a party with alcohol, boys, most likely drugs, boys, dancing and most importantly boys. If he found out he'd probably lock me in my room till I'm forty. Thank God he was away on a business trip. That was the only reason I was able to attend the party in the first place.

"Okay, I promise. " I said picking up another piece of bacon and tossing it in my mouth.

My mom nodded in approval. She took the waffle from the waffle maker and added it to the pile on the island. She then started adding more mix to the waffle maker. "So are you two a thing?" she asked as if she was asking about the weather.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, you and the guy who took you home last night." She answered casually.