Chapter 8 lets go ! Be warned this story contains mature language and themes, read with caution.
Rene:
I woke up with a splitting headache. Light streamed from my window onto my face, making me squint. All of a sudden a wave of sick passed over me and I ran to the bathroom, only just making the toilet as I threw up.
I heard someone knock on the door and they came in without waiting for my answer.
"Brought you some aspirin," Jake smiled at me. "How are you feeling?"
I rolled my eyes at him as I flushed the toilet and stood up. "How do you think? I feel like shìt."
Broken up memories from that night flashed in my mind, making my headache worse.
I sighed. "Can I get those pills?" Jake handed them to me and I popped them into my mouth.
After swallowing them with some water I walked out and flopped down on my bed. I heard Jake follow me.
As I was about to say something, memories from the previous night flashed into my mind.
"Didn't bother to change your shoes?"
"Shut up I need a drink"
Dancing.
Helping Cameron.
"What what??" I exclaimed before more memories rolled into my mind.
"Where have you been my whole life?"
A blurry image of someone kissing me flashed.
"Not today, ass."
Oh shit. It was Cameron.
"Shit shit shit shit shit." Jake looked at me, concerned.
Crying. So much crying.
"I'll take her home."
Someone picking me up and driving me home.
Shit. That was Cameron too.
"FÙCK!" I clawed at my forehead, trying to stop the memories from making my headache any worse than it already was.
"What happened?" Jake had laughter in his voice and I glared at him for it.
"Stop laughing." This just made him laugh more.
"Here, tell me after you change out of your dress. It looks about as comfortable as a plastic bag."
I cocked an eyebrow at him. "A plastic bag?"
He shrugged. "I couldn't think of anything else."
I chuckled lightly. "Alright then, now get out while I get changed."
I had suddenly realised how uncomfortable I really was. Somehow I managed to unzip it and peel it off me. I heard the shower running; obviously it was Jake. I was pulling a loose tank top on when the doorbell rang.
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