Izabella
"Never again," I groaned out in pain. I laid lying face down on my bed, whining my pain out. I guess this was the consequence of drinking: the hungover.
"We told you to have fun, not to get drunk," my mom scolded me. Her and my dad got back before I left and they were passed out when I got home. And of course, I didn't tell them I had almost lost my virginity to a drunk stranger.
"I know and I'm sorry. Am I going to get grounded?" I wondered. I lifted up my head to the best of my ability.
"Did you learn your lesson?"
I nodded. "Never drink again."
"Well, we're not saying that but-"
"No," I interrupted her. "I mean it. Never again am I touching alcohol."
"Well, ok sweetie, if that's what you want," my dad said and patted my head before checking his watch on his wrist. "Ok, I got to head out. Will you be alright?"
"Yes, dad I'll live."
"Good. I'll see you two ladies later." He kissed my forehead and pecked my mom's lips twice. "Love you."
"Love you too," my mom and I said in unison before he exited my room.
"No plans today?" I asked my mom.
"No. I think it's just going to be a regular Saturday," she shrugged.
"How's your mom?" She sighed before answering.
"She's in the hospital. Again. This would be her fourth time within six months. I'm starting to worry. She says she's alright but,"
"You don't believe her," I finished.
"I just want what's best for her."
"I know," I murmured.
"Well, I'm doing laundry and then grocery shopping later. You'll be fine without me for an hour, right?"
"Yes, mom." I'm 17, not seven. I made sure not to say that part out loud. It's a miracle that I wasn't being grounded or anything for my actions last night. That's what trust is about between my parents and I. I've been building it since I was in the womb.
"I want you to stay hydrated and try not to move around a lot. It might make your headache worse," she advised.
"Ok, mom."
"Oh, and get plenty of rest."
"I get it, mom, just go."
"Ok," she giggled. She stood up from my bed and walked to the door. "I love you."
"I love you more," I said before she closed the door. I tried to go back to sleep, but after a few minutes, my phone rung loudly. I groaned before answering it.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Sanchez, where are you?" I recognized the voice as my boss. Just what I needed to cure this hangover.
"I'm at home, sir."
"Did I say you can have a day off?"
"No, but called an hour ago ex-"
"I don't want to hear your excuses, Izabella. That's not why I pay you. Now, I suggest you get your little ass down here before I fire it," he threatned before hanging up. I slowly climbed out of bed and slowly dressed casual and work appropriate.
Walking down the stairs, I smelled food. "What's cooking?" I wondered.
"Just some soup. Want a bowl? Oh," my mom says turning around to find out I'm dressed. "Where do you think you're going with a hangover."
