Should've Gone To Bed

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Taylor Marie Hill as Avery Duncan

draft saved on dec. 24, 2016. published on dec. 30, 2016—unedited.

c h a p t e r o n e : when you're drunk as hell, this is what happens

"Shit." The word escaped my mouth.

I gritted my teeth as I envisioned myself from last night, chugging the life out of my beer bottle and calling my ex. I was a mess when I got drunk, I tended to do supid things. Speaking of, why was beer ever invented? To make people intoxicated, so much that they started to lose their sense of control? Or just to have fun and forget everything for a while? Just to escape reality for a while . . .

I was starting to think whoever made beer and other intoxicating liquids was a lonely human being. Perhaps his rat died . . . But then again, the majority of people hated rats. My head was pounding and my vision was spinning, but I managed to get my phone. I unlocked it after numerous attempts on getting the right passcode. I checked the call log and widen my eyes to read the tiny letters, rather, numbers.

"What in the actual fuck?" I muttered when I realized the number I dialed this morning wasn't my ex's. I deleted his number last week but I still memorized it, but then the number which was supposed to be 'four' was replaced by 'nine'.

"I dialed the wrong person," I said, still seeming too shocked to do anything. I stared ahead. "Dogfucker."

I wanted to bang my head but decided not to. It would only worsen the case of my pounding head. "Gahhhh! I'm so stupid!" I muttered to myself, refraining from pulling my hair out.

I almost gagged when I stood up and my disgusting vomit welcomed my nose. I did not breathe until I got the mini trashcan inside my attached bathroom. I'd clean this later. I told myself. Let's just hope I remember cleaning it.

I ambled out of my room with my head pounding like it was being ran over a ten wheeler truck. I was staggering a little bit. I made a beeline for the kitchen and dug through the refrigerator. Red velvet cupcakes. I untied the ribbon and started devouring all of them after removing the cupcake liners.

"Have you brushed your teeth yet?"

I looked up to see dad and shook my head. "Doesn't matter," I answered with a mouth full of cupcake.

He laughed and retrieved a carton of milk from the fridge, pouring two glasses. He placed the other glass on the counter in front of me. "Tenks."

"You were drunk last night," he mused, staring at me with an amused face and I rolled my eyes. "What stupid thing did you do?"

I failed to let out a sigh seeing as my mouth was still full of cupcakes. I gulped and drank half of the milk in the glass. Placing down the box of cupcakes, I said in a monotone voice, "I called my ex to shout profanities at him."

He raised his brows. "You have failed to amaze me, kiddo."

"That's not only it," I intervened. "I called my ex to say 'fuck you' and other curses my drunk mind could make up but when I checked my phone a little while ago, it turned out I dialed the wrong number."

My dad stared at me with a blank face and I started counting. One, two, th—

He bursted out laughing, he patted my had while he continued laughing his ass off and I stared at him with an annoyed face. "Look dad, though it may seem like 'embarrassing' had an erratum and my brain failed to install it in my vocabulary, I'll have to say that that hap was downright embarrassing."