Book Club

-ELEVEN-

DANNY'S POV

"Daniel! Get out of bed right now! It's two in the afternoon!" Someone is screaming in my ear. I open my eyes to see who it is and instantly regret my decision.

The sun blinds my eyes and cover my head with my pillow. I have a pounding headache. My head it throbbing.

"Right now Daniel!" The person screams again and I sit up quickly. I get dizzy and fall back down. I curse under my breath.

I get up slowly, shielding my eyes from the window. I stumble into the bathroom, too dizzy to walk in a straight line. I grab the Advil on my counter and pour a couple into my mouth. I stick my face under the sink faucet, get some water in my mouth, and then swallow.

I walk down the stairs to the kitchen to get some food. I feel so nauseous I don't think I can stomach anything, but my mom will insist I eat something anyways.

"You look horrible." My mom observed, sitting at the kitchen table and drinking her coffee.

"Thanks mum. I really appreciate it." I say sarcastically and pour myself a bowl of Cheerios.

"You feeling okay?" She asks.

"Oh I'm feeling just dandy." I say and pour myself a cup of coffee before sitting down at the table with her.

"Did you fall down the stairs or something?" She asks and elaborates after seeing my puzzled expression.

"The bruise." I touch my jaw and flinch with pain, remember how I got the bruise.

"Oh yeah. I hit my face on... Something." She raises and eyebrow but doesn't question my lie.

She knows where I went last night. She knows why I look like crap. She knows how I got the bruise. She always knows.

"Well, I hope you feel better." She says, getting up from her chair.

"Yeah. Thanks." I mumble and she heads to her bedroom.

I look down at my full bowl of cereal. The thought of taking one bite makes me want to gag. I dump it out into the garbage can.

I take a sip of my coffee. The heat relieves some of my headache pain but only for a second. I wrap my hands around the mug and head up the stairs slowly towards my room.

I'm still dizzy and I clutch the railing with my free hand. The railing  only thing keeping me from falling over and spilling hot coffee all over myself.

I hate hangovers.

FLORA'S POV
I wake up to someone shaking me. My head pounds, I'm dizzy, I'm nauseous and I'm exhausted.

"Get up. You've been asleep for hours." Celia throws a pillow at me face. I groan and roll around to face away from her.

Instead of gaining protection from the pillows being thrown at my head, I fall off the couch and land on the cold ground. Celia laughs.

"Go to hell." I mumble and climb back to onto the couch. My headache is growing with every second I'm awake.

"You can't go back to bed." Celia says and drags me off the couch before I can lie down. "I'm sure your parents are worried about you." She says and I groan again. Another thing to worry about.

"Where I am?" I ask and look around the room, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"My place. I was so tired last night I forgot where you lived. You passed out in my trunk so I couldn't ask." She explains and I nod my head.