The Boys

ophelia

The next morning I woke up feeling absolutely horrible. I spent most of last night throwing up everything possible and even fell asleep against the toilet a few times. I'm pretty sure there was a marching band in my head and my stomach felt like a cement mixer. This was what a hangover was. I have had one before but nothing like this. It makes me regret the whole of last night. I already regret it anyway but this hangover just adds onto the list.

Sadly, Robert was the one waking me up at 9 in the morning, telling me I needed to shower quickly so we can go pick up the rest of my things back home and then be on the road. All I wanted to do really was sleep and maybe eat my heart out later on. Maybe with McDonald's or a Subway. Oh that sounds really good but also horrible at the same time.

"Do I have to shower?" I yawned, almost falling back to sleep.

"If you want to feel a little better, I suggest so. You don't have to if you don't want to." Robert says, wide awake and dressed already. I'm not too sure how he was functioning already because I don't think he slept last night. He spent the night looking after me while I threw up. Now I don't trust him too much driving back without being intoxicated with the strongest coffee money can buy.

"I just want to go home and sleep." I confessed tiredly, falling back on the bed again and closing my eyes. Then it hit me. I called my current residence "home". I guess it is my home now. I'm not going to live anywhere else for a few years.

"Do you have a key?" Robert asks me. A key? For home? He nor Helena hasn't given me one... Oh he means my old home!

"Yeah." I mumbled into the pillow.

"Up you get then. We'll stop off at the nearest shop and get you some painkillers because I know how a hangover feels and your tiny body probably won't be able to do much without some pain relief today." Robert sympathized for me. "Now, up. I would like to be home by 4 please." My thin duvet is pulled off of me and my body is left to shake in the cold air.

"Please take sympathy on the poor and wounded." I begged, finally sitting up again, feeling like I was going to puke.

"Water. You lost a lot of fluid last night." Robert came over and handed me a glass of cold, fresh water that I drank faster than Usain Bolt could run the 100M.

"Sorry about last night. I wasn't meant to get that bad, I promise. I forgot how much of a lightweight I was." I sighed and crossed my legs on the bed. Robert takes the glass and fills it with more water. "Thanks."

"If you're worried that I'll tell Helena or the boys then I won't. It isn't any of their business, Eve. So don't be embarrassed or scared, okay?" He gives me a comforting smile and continued to fold his clothes and pack them away into his travel bag.

"That still won't stop me from apologising for my bad behaviour." I rolled my eyes and sipped the water this time.

"I have many teenage sons and have dealt with their drunk adventures, Eve. Honestly, I am use to it." He chuckled a little. I guess he was. Oh well.

"I can't be bothered to shower." I said a few minutes later.

"That's cool. We'll get some breakfast from McDonald's if there's one around here."

"The nearest one is a few towns over sadly." I was pretty sad about it. All I wanted was some chicken nuggets but I couldn't get those until after 10:30 as it is breakfast hours still.

"Aw that sucks. Nearest café?" He also looked pretty upset.

"There's one like 3 houses away from here, I think." I confirmed.

"Is it good?" He asked.

"It is decent. I'll go change." I finally stood up but nausea got the worse of me and I had to sit back down instantly.