Wild Things

The Hangover

                           ~CARMELA'S POV~
I woke up on a red couch.
My vision was a little blurry so I blinked a couple times to regain my sight. My eyes circled the room to find people knocked out everywhere.
I can barely remember what happened last night. People drinking, dancing, multiple fights that involved outrageously drunk people, people making out like their lives depended on it,  Brock,then blank.
I look up to find that I'm laying on his chest.

Meet Brock:He was a tall muscular guy, with a sharp and defined jaw bone, darkish blonde hair that was fluffed up, eyes that were insanely light blue, and a smile that could make a girl melt. He was every girl's dream guy..... But I'm not every girl. I didn't drool over him and follow him around until he noticed me. I did the exact opposite actually.

He was still asleep. His obnoxious snoring woke me up.
He had his arm around me, pulling me in closer to his chest. I was so close I could feel his breath from his nostrils hitting the top of my head.
I tried to pry out of his grip, but there was no use unless I wanted to wake him (which was the last thing I wanted).
I slowly took his index finger, and lead his hand off of me, releasing his grip, and placed it on his lap. I rolled my eyes and sat up on the couch. I squinted my eyes and pressed my hand against my forehead. I had an excruciating headache.
I looked down at my shirt to find spilled alcohol and stains from.. the chip dip I hope.
I reeked of alcohol. The  overwhelming stench was enough to make anyone gag.

I averted my attention to Brock with a disgusted look as his drool rolled down his cheek. I scooted to the other side of the couch.

I didn't like being in his arms like that.

I sighed and pushed myself off the couch. I needed to take something for this massive headache I had. I struggled to lift myself off of the couch,feeling like a thousand pounds.
I slowly made my way to the kitchen. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled the room.
I cringed as the fumes swept through my nostrils, going straight to my brain.
I pinched my nose to block the smell.

I continued walking. I carefully stepped over anyone knocked out on the floor. As I walked I made sure to avoid any wet spots hiding in the carpet. Who knows what gruesome substances were coating the carpet. Just sitting there waiting for someone to step in them.

I finally arrived.  I rummaged through the cabinets.
" ugh c'monnn" as I looked I discovered nothing but alcohol  and party snacks. I searched deeper into the cabinets pushing aside the Cheetos and Lays chip bags.

"Score!" I found Aspirin. 
I cracked it open.
I poured two pills into my hand, tilted my head back  and launched the pills into my mouth.
There were no clean cups to get water with, so I   Tilted my head down, under the faucet and turned the handle until cold water flushed out. I caught the water in my mouth and gulped down the pills.

The kitchen along with every other room was a mess. Plastic cups, cigarette buds, clothing, broken glasses and puke filled most of the rooms. The amount of thrown up food everywhere sent shivers down my spine.

I sighed and pulled my phone out of my pocket to find it blown up with messages and calls from my mom and dad.
"Shit, I need to get home"
I wasn't planning on spending the night. It just sort've happened I guess.

I dragged myself out of the kitchen so that I could make my way home.
I walked outside where the sun was glaring down on me.
I squinted and put my hand up, trying to shield myself from the sunlight.
The sun made my head ache 5 times more. It's brightness made the aching feel more and more gruesome.I sloppily walked along the sidewalk on my way home. My house was only a couple blocks away. As I  slowly walked home, I tried to get in as much shade as I could to block the sun away.

                    20 minutes later
I got home.
I slowly opened the door and walked in. I waited a couple seconds... nothing but silence. Perfect! That means they are still asleep.
I tiptoed as quietly as I could across the kitchen, making my way to my bedroom upstairs and tried not to make any noise that could wake up my parents. As I walked, my head felt like it was spinning rapidly. apparently so much that I slightly tipped over, knocking a glass off of the counter. I cringed.
The loud noise intensified the thumping of my headache.
It also woke up my dog Mayhem. 

Great.

I glared at it hoping for it not to bark. Of course it barked uncontrollably and jumped on me, obviously exhilarated to see me again.

"Mayhem shh!"
I tried to calm him down but it didn't work! He is going to wake them up if I don't do something.
I had to think of something quickly, which wasn't really in my favor, considering I was a teency bit hungover.

I looked around for something and
I noticed his treats near the center of the counter.

I quickly grabbed them, fed him a couple, and petted him until he calmed down. Satisfied with his treats, he waddled off to his bed pillow, circled around until he got comfortable, and plopped down onto it.
Now that that problem was solved, I waited a while to see if I heard any movement upstairs by my parents... Nothing.
I took a sigh of relief.
I cleaned up the glass I broke on my way in, and made my way to the stairs.
Upstairs never seemed so far away. I slowly struggled up the stairs, gripping on to the railing. Step after step,I finally made it up. I walked to my room, closed and locked the door, and fell onto my bed.  Not bothering to change out of my dirty clothes, I pulled my covers over my head and tried to drift off to sleep, Hoping my headache would go away.

"Ughh" I sighed. Knowing that i was going to spend my Sunday knocked out, dealing with this hangover.
I'm Carmela Sanchez...And this is my life.