Rebellious

Hungover & Drunk Tears

~Chapter Thirteen: Hungover & Drunk Tears

Roar_Jungle ©~

My head is pounding. Who is hitting me with a fucking hammer?? Pushing my hair out of my face, I roll onto my back and pull the covers up and over my head. Darkness encloses me and I close my eyes.

My stomach gurgles and I sit up suddenly. The blankets fall onto my thighs as afternoon sun protrudes into my room. The sudden action causes my head to feel heavy and the pounding to increase. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I feel really groggy.

Pushing the blankets away from my sweaty body, my stomach gurgles once again and I begin to rush out of my room. My hand is slapped over my mouth and my arm is supporting my torso. Throwing open the bathroom door, I kneel down by the toilet bowl and throw up all the remains of last night into the toilet. It just keeps coming. Damn.

Someone pulls my hair away from my face and I feel grateful.

"Even after the amount of water and food I gave you, you still manage to throw up." Luke clicks his tongue disapprovingly but holds my hair away from my face.

Once I know I am finished with this disgusting moment, I flush the toilet, wash my hands and rinse my mouth out.

"Thanks Luke. Can you get me some water and Panadol please." I request as I curl up on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom.

"Anything for you my dear," Luke says as he gets up and quickly exits the room. The fuck??

Lying on my back, I massage my throbbing temples and breath in and out deeply. A figure looms over my relaxed body and I cautiously sit up. Luke hands me the painkillers and glass. Gulping down the pills followed by the water, I can feel the instant affect as the Panadol begins to work.

"Thanks Luke." I smile appreciatively as he helps me to my feet and leads me out to the kitchen.

"You're welcome cuzzie." He replies as he puts the jug on. My heads falls into my hands as I scrunch my eyes closed.

"Why did I get drunk last night??" I ask quietly. A dull ache in the back of my brain.

"I don't know. I think you needed it though. You've been stressed to the max lately." Luke answers as he pours two cups of coffee. Giving one to me he smiles and I return it.

"Thanks. Now, what exactly happened last night because all I can remember doing is lying on the couch waiting for my glass of water." Luke chuckles and looks down at his phone while I sip at the hot beverage. "Luke Anthony Mark Brooks, are you gonna answer me?!?"

Luke slides his phone over to me and a play button is glaring up at me. The camera is focused on a small stage and a tallish figure is clutching a microphone.

That's me.

Pressing the play button, the camera focuses slightly, the lighting is terrible!! Turning the volume up, I turn the phone around so instead of being portrait, it's landscape.

I stand up on the stage, I'm stumbling a little as I try to steady myself.

"Sooooooooooo.... who wants to start??" I crinkle my nose at my voice. Do I really sound like that?? I awkwardly stand on stage as I flick through the song selection. Nobody volunteers and I scrunch my eyebrows together. What the fuck is happening??

"Okay, I'll go first!!" I cheer down the microphone. Putting down the iPod, Mariah Carey begins to play through the speakers and I stand in the middle of the stage.

"How drunk was I when you filmed this??" I ask with wide eyes. My body begins to sway to the slow beat and if I squint my eyes, I can just see that I'm about to pass out.