A Better Mike | Perrentes

{chapter 32}

February 15th 2015, 1:46pm.]
|Location: San Diego, California|

{Perspective: Mike's Perspective

My ears rang loudly, making my head pound even more. A smell of gasoline, cigarettes and alcohol engulfed my nose as I blinked my eyes open.
Next to me was Alysha, her shirt discarded from her. Leaving her bare chest exposed, I rubbed my eyes and looked around. "Where the hell are we?" I groaned and held my head as I attempted to stand up. The ringing in my ear begin to grow louder and louder at the step I took.

Broken beer bottles were flung across the floor and my shirt was also missing. My shorts and shoes still remained clutched on my body, but my shorts reeked of urine. I coughed loudly and stumbled my way to the center of the house. It was now an obviously abandoned house, someone threw a party here last night, but I can't seem to remember who.

Graffiti was covering the crumbling drywall and ripped couches were cluttered with old blankets. A wooden table laid mangled on the kitchen flooring. I cringed as I felt a prick of pain under my right eye, I carried myself to the nearest bathroom, to of course find a shattered mirror. My eyes was swollen and began to have a purple/green color to my skin. I ran my fingertips lightly across it, making me squeeze my eyes shut. I had a black eye, I don't know why and I don't know how.

I walked back into the room Alysha and I were at to see she was awake. She looked up, "Sorry, about punching you last night." I raised an eyebrow.

"You punched me?" I yawned and crossed my arms, staring down at my tattooed skin.

"Yeah, you were being a dick," she put her shirt on before standing up and explaining more, "You kept whining and I couldn't understand you, then you were like I'm breaking up with you. I'm an angry drunk so I punched you in the face." She shrugged her shoulders then walked over to me, she pressed her body against mine. "We're still together, right?" She smiled and breathed on me. Her breath a mix of alcohol, cigarettes and semen. Obviously, we didn't fuck last night. I wasn't mad, I just backed up and slowly began to try and find the exit of this damn place.

"Mike! Is that a yes?" She squealed, piercing my headache and making me let out a loud groan.

"How about, I'll text you later and if you never receive a text from me then there is your answer." I watched as her jaw fell open. I pulled open the front door, shading my eyes quickly and slowly walked down the front sidewalk, then looking around to see nothing I recognized.

I pulled out my phone and texted someone obviously more responsible then me.

To Vic: Will you come pick me up and drive me to mama and papa's, I have a really bad hangover and I don't know where I am.

Authors Note: DOUBLE UPDATE
AHA