Back to the past

III. Morning after

2 days later...

The throbbing is only getting worse from the distant knocking. I'm too tired, too hungover, too anything to get out of this bed. How did I even get in bed the first place. Lacey must of found me passed out in the hot tub she dragged my sorry ass back inside. The knocking got more clearer as I stirred in a half-state of consciousness.

'Hmmm, my heeeaad. Go awwaay.' Why can't Lacey just wake up so she can deal with it cause I cant.

"Lacey, wake up." No response, I hate waking up more than I have to. 

"Lacey!" I said more loudly. Still no response. With the barely there energy I had in me I knew I had to get this bride-to-be off her ass and go fix the problem. I turned my body towards her bed, but found no trace of her with the sheets neatly made. 'Did she leave to go eat without me.... bitch.' 

I heard the knocking again this time with a voice behind it. "Hello? Room service?" Fuuuuccckkk. I whimpered the thought that I had to go get myself, yet alone with medusa hair, smudged makeup, and a painful migraine of all that is holy. So I got out my bed away from it's warmth and blindly waked over to the front door. I reached blindly searching the doorknob to finally grab it and open it the culprit who woke me the fuck up.  

"Yes?" Hissing with annoyance as I opened up the entrance the culprit himself. I peaked through my tired eyes to see the bell hop standing there.

"Sorry miss for disturbing you, but I've found your key you dropped on your way up." Giving him my WTF face as I saw my key held in his outstretched hand. Apparently I did drop it, but how can that be I never asked for a spare. "Thanks." I grabbed the key from his hand as he kept his hand outstretched, expecting something. 'Cheap-ass' 

"Hold on a tic." I said with a fake grin. I turned around with now full aware eyes as I searched for my purse somewhere in the room.

 'Man, what happened last night? Why can't I remember anything from last night? I really need to lay off permanently on whatever Lacey shot in my drink? What was it, Chenob-something, IDK?'  

I rummaged all through the room not finding my purse or bag anywhere. "Uh, I could come back another time miss. I don't mind." Reassuring him as I searched more for that damn purse, even underneath the damn cushions "No no don't just give-" 

'Oh no!' Feeling last night's concoctions brewing to explode back up my throat. I ran to the bathroom quick as I could before the contents came up and out of my mouth. Spilling the vomit into the toilet on time, heaving my stomach until it emptied. "Oww." With an already throbbing headache, memory loss from the last 12 hours, and being woken up by some A-hole of a bell hop I was at the brink of crying. 

I rubbed my sore eyes, until reality smacked you in the face, knowing it was morning and you missed getting ready for the wedding. Groaning at the thought that you probably already missed the ceremony even if you got ready now. 'Wait? Why didn't anyone wake me up at all? What the hell going on?'