The Ways We Become Undone [ON HOLD]

Chapter Nine

Author's note: I apologize for the fairly long chapter. I don't know why but I felt like I needed to pack a whole bunch of stuff into one chapter because I feel like the pace of the story is going too slow. 

I hope you guys enjoyed it nevertheless, and please share your feedback! 

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I WOKE up with a horrible feeling in my head, which I assumed was the feeling of a hangover. My eyes strained to stay open as sunlight from the window flooded into the room. I tried sitting up, only to collapse back down again. Groaning, my eyes slowly started to adjust. When I could finally see clearly, I realized I was on a bed in a room that wasn't mine. “What the…,” I mumbled as I looked around.

     

There was the soft sound of snoring but no one was on the bed with me. My head was aching and I felt horribly dehydrated. My eyes caught the glass of water sitting on the bed side table and I weakly crawled across to grab it, but as I peeked over the edge of the bed, I gasped at what I saw.

     

There were about ten people on the floor completely knocked out. There wasn't even any carpet space for me to put my foot down! “Wow. That must have been some party last night,” I remarked, finally managing to sit up.

     

I reached for my phone which was lost in the covers and turned it on. The screen flashed brightly before finally displaying the horrid message: 15 missed calls.

I was surprised when I saw that they were all from Mom instead of Dad. Why was she suddenly caring? She was the one who told me to go out and have fun. Not that partying all night and staying out of the house was my idea of having fun.

That’s when I saw what day it was. August 29th. I blinked twice, almost in disbelief. It was Samuel’s first day of school. How could I forget! “Damn it, damn it!” I cursed.

Sam had been constantly reminding me over the last few weeks that he wanted me to come drop him off on his first day at his new school. I had been telling him for weeks that I wouldn't miss it for the world, but now, here I was in some stranger’s bed at ten-thirty in the morning when Samuel’s school started at eight. “I’m the worst sister in the world," I groaned.

Kicking off the covers, I stumbled out of bed, thankful that there weren't people unconscious on the other side. I was still in the red dress that Celine gave me which started to smell like vodka and my own sweat. I craved to take a shower but I knew if I delayed any longer Mom was going to be more furious than she already was with me. As I stumbled down the stairs, I heard voices coming from the kitchen that seemed louder than they actually were, making my head throb even more. I managed to find my way into the kitchen but not without its consequences.

     

As soon as I entered the kitchen’s threshold I grabbed the wall of the entryway and clenched on to my stomach, while feeling the rise of bile quickly ascend up my throat. I should have known this wasn't going to end up good. Before anyone could even say anything to me, I ran toward the waste basket and lunged forward, spitting out last night’s contents.

     

“Oh gosh!” I recognized Celine’s voice easily as she came up behind me, rubbing my back lovingly. “There, there, poor thing. Someone get the lemon!”

     

I was seated at the round dining table by two people I didn't recognize. I was still feeling queasy but not as much as before. People were moving around me and I didn't recognize anyone besides Curly, Dark Eyes, and Celine.