Demons without Desire

BREAKFAST?!

Dry mouth... Check.

Sensitivity to light.... Check.

Very poorly head.... Check.

I'm hung over. I groaned rolling my head to the side seeing Zak with a bright smile.

I hate him this morning already. I shook my head and pushed myself away from him.

"Good morning!" He sang making me grab my ears and push my face into the duck down pillow.

Duck down? Wait...

I opened my eyes seeing a different surrounding.

"Damn it Zak I said my house!" I whined.

"Yeah you kind of threw up before that. To save my own senses... I brought you here." He replied making my eyes widen and a whole bucket load of embarrassment flood my body.

"Oh I knew it was a be idea going out." I whispered.

"I personally think the vodka was a bad idea." He chuckled.

I could hear him laughing but couldn't risk lifting my bowling ball head off the pillow. "What are you laughing at?"

"You have a set of lashes.... Stuck to your nose."

I whined and ran my hand over my face "Don't laugh at me.. I'm poorly."

"Self inflicted is the words you're looking for. So get up, let's get some food in you." He said before throwing himself off the bed from the shift in weight.

Ignoring his demand I closed my eyes and trying to concentrate on falling back to sleep when I had the bedding ripped off me.

"Back off!" I shouted angrily and grabbed my head in pain.

"Get up!"

"Just let me sleep it off Zak please!"

"It's your own fault! Come on! I have things to do today! I'm not nursing you!" He fired at me.

"Good because your hospitality is shit!" I snapped wondering why he even brought me here.

If I threw up then I wouldn't have again, he should have dealt with the smell rather than bringing me back here only for him to be pushing me out the door.

I had something thrown at me making me grab the black material in my fingers. Warmth.

"Kaylee.." He growled making me sit up and pull on his shirt.

Now I was pissed off, pissed off, hungover and yes.. You guessed it. Emotional.

I grabbed my shoes and bag before stalking past him, shoulder barging him on the way out for effect of being a damn ass.

"I'm going home!" I shot back at him going forward the front door.

His perfect life, perfect house, perfect car with his perfect job!

I was hauled back around and met with Zak glaring at me "Pick your fight Kaylee. I don't know what the problem is, but you're pissed. What is it?" He asked annoyed, his hand was squeezing the top of my arm hard enough for it to hurt.

"Get. Your hand. Off me. Now." I snarled at him.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He asked frowning.

"Right now? It's you and manhandling me. Remove your hand Zak. Now."

He let me go and watched as I straightened myself out rubbing my arm. Cocking my head slightly I went to walk again when he spoke.