You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 23: The after party is horrible

I feel a horrible headache but I can't open my closed eyes. I hear a soft snoring at my side but I don't know to whom it belongs. I close my eyes and let myself go in the darkness...

I wake up again, this time I hear voices of men shouting angrily in German. I try to listen to what they are saying but I hear the door opens and a light blinds me.

-Shit !! Someone turn off that pesky light !! I cry feeling the pain hitting my head.

-Warum ist sie in deine zimmer? (Why is she in your room?).

I open my eyes I closed in shock from the light to see an angry Paul squabbling with a half asleep Till.

-Don't shout over him, Dad !! I exclaim, rubbing my eyes.

-Do you at least know where you are, Jim? Yells the tattooed. You're in HIS room, what you are doing here, I have no idea.

-Paul... Wir haben nichts getan, ich schwör (Paul... We did nothing, I swear). Lindemann says, rubbing his eyes.

-Because something must happen? Landers asks angrily.

I get up from the bed, despite the headache, to prevent them from fighting when I notice something. I don't wear my dress but a male pajamas.

-Who took away my dress? Lindemann I will Ki- I start but I get cut off.

-It was not him, it was me... Says a girl's voice.

-Khira? Exclaims Richard from outside. I did ask you to stay with Maxime, Marge is not responsible enough to take care of our daughter.

-Relax, dad... I just wanted to spend a little time with my boyfriend. Justifies the daughter, rolling her eyes.

I look at the group for a while but a sudden urge to vomit overwhelms me. I haven't had this feeling for weeks, which is weird if I think.

I run to the outside in search of a bathroom and a find door ajar. I fall over the toilets to empty my stomach.

I feel a gentle hand placed against my forehead and supports me.

-Alles ist gut, don't worry little sister.

-Sister? I ask, surprised but return immediately above the pans.

-All is well, Khira? Asks another female voice. I was in my room and I heard you.

-Yes, yes... it's okay, Marie. Responds the redhead. It's just a crisis, because she drank too much.

If I understand, this Marie whose Khira Li talks to, is Till Lindemann's second daughter after the first; Nele Lindemann.

Fifteen minutes later, I leave the bathroom, supported by Kruspe's daughter, and go down the stairs to the small living room. I go sit directly on a couch and put my head on its arm.

I see Till, Paul, Richard and another blonde, which is surely Marie, entering the room and coming to me. My father seems worried, despite the furious mine displayed on his face.

-How many glasses you drank? Kruspe wonders.

I bite my lower lip and avoid to confess that I abused a bottle.

-A full bottle of whiskey, without ice. Says the blonde. I saw her drinking but I wasn't able to stop her.

-My head makes me want to bang it on a wall. I exclaim, leaning on the arm.